I spent the weekend at your place yet again lending a helping hand in the renovations. It still was not the easiest of things, but it wasn’t as difficult as the last time and I feel part of that was due to my last vent. Letting some of that pressure release has definitely done wonders though hold the celebratory parade, it’s not exactly ‘happy days’ just yet. I do feel hopeful that maybe one day soon I’ll be able to buy it back and continue with my vision and create a space you would have adored to call home, though time is not on my side as my brother has already announced he wants to move in by late August. I also noticed your kitchen plant is no longer with us which is tragic.
I don’t know what entirely happened to her as she was thriving whilst in my care. It had been a good few months since my last visit so to find this was heartbreaking. She literally stood the test of time; surviving heatwaves and neglect through her long life though somehow only now succumbed to death. I don’t know why this plant holds such importance to me, to you it was merely a housewarming gift from your brother which you hardly ever watered! I guess it’s something that is synonymous with this home to me; it’s a part of the skeletal structure. Though not all is lost, I think my father ended up grafting her in hopes of sparking rebirth.
I also wonder if it’s a metaphor for my current situation; a sign of rebirth and newness in store for me? I do hope so as I’m in dire need of some good news, especially this week while I await on news of a possible grant.