My mother taught me if you’re lost: Stay where you are. It’s where people will look to find you. My Hubby has stormed off. I am alone. So, here I am sitting on the ‘I’m lost and tired in Home Depot bench’; aisles and lifetimes away from where I was. Both literally and figuratively. For those of you who can read beyond my dramatics, you may have guessed I’ve moved. I changed my address, postal code and state of mind.
It is commonly acknowledged that moving is among the top 3 most stressful events in one’s life. I mean, it’s weddings, funerals and moving. STRESSFUL! On the upside, it’s a chance to take stock of where you are and where you wish to be. What you have and what you need. It’s an opportunity to shake things up. But it’s stressful. I long for simpler times with someone to take care of me. A grown up to take my hand and make decisions and pay for everything and make it all better.
On my first neighbourhood coffee run, I find myself surrounded by the local high school students; which means the Starbucks is rammed. Each one of them falls somewhere between awkward and all grown up. I’m happy to be walking amongst them. I can feel the freedom. I want to go back, back to before responsibility and student debt. But I can’t. I am trapped in a Home Depot with a Hubby who’s decided not to make a decision. Except to be angry with me for asking too many questions and not having enough answers.
I love my new hood, it’s nice. I mean its a nice place where the people are nice. I can see a future here. But I can’t decide if I want blinds or curtains. If I need a sectional or chesterfield. What colour should the powder room be? Important questions! Stressful. So, I sit here with furrowed brow. Alone under the florescent lights, listening to paint shake and keys being cut.
Suddenly, I’m forced back to reality by a handy guy with a pony tail, asking if I’m alright, cuz I’ve been typing on my phone like a woman possessed. Stressed or not, it’s probably a good idea for me to go back to where I got lost in the first place and find the Hubby who’s nothing but mad at me. But just as I write this, he comes around the corner with a door mat and a smile. And I realize somebody wants to take care of me and hold my hand. Aw, Home Depot, you really can fix anything!