Story telling from Australia
They say that moving house is one of the most stressful life events, up there with divorce or death.
We moved from Broken Hill to Sydney this week. Yes, the house is a mess and no, I don’t know where the contents of the sideboard went, but the taps work, the toilets flush, the front door locks and the roof doesn’t leak. We can switch on the kettle for a cup of tea and walk to the shops to buy food.
So I stocked up at the local supermarket, came home, filled the fruit bowl and burst into tears.
I wouldn’t normally weep at the sight of food so maybe moving house is a bit stressful after all, but it’s nothing compared to losing your house in a typhoon. Having no clean drinking water, nothing to eat and not knowing if the people you love survived, that’s stressful.
According to one BBC report over a million farmers in the Philippines were affected. Fishing boats were destroyed, rice fields wiped out and coconut plantations ruined. It will take them years to recover.
We’re fortunate to have swapped one lovely house for another. It will take a while to feel like home, but I’m counting my blessings.