So the thing about moving house. . .
Our landlord is selling our house. I don’t begrudge her doing this. I hope she gets a really good price for it.
But it means people need to come and look at the house to see if they want to buy it. Often at very short notice.
A lot of people.
Its still my house for now. My safe place.
People. . . s t r a n g e r s. Invading my space. I cant hide in my bedroom like I normally do.
I hate this. I’m still off work and trying to get used to the meds. I have trouble acheiving the most simple of things, and they exhaust me.
But I have to play nice and do the whole ‘g o o d l i t t l e h o u s e w i f e’ bit and talk to all these strangers in my house.
On Saturday we had to have an open house, so l o t s of people would be coming. The Hubby made the right decision, and took me out the house and into town whilst it was happening. He knew I would react badly and feel really unwell. I do love him so.
I did suffer a severe paranoia for a few years about our house.
I was utterly convinced that someone had put a camera in our bathroom to watch us.
This started when one day we returned to the house and the little loft/attic access door in the bathroom cealing was adjar. I though someone had put something like a lipstick camera in the big crack in the bathroom wall. I still have to fight this thought.
So a lot of people I dont know coming into my space has been so very difficult.
I have thoughts of them stealing things, touching things, doing nasty things. Basically Its a damn nightmare.
But on a positive note, we went to look at the house we are moving into, and thats exciting. I cant wait for us to be there.
I hope you are all well and take care,