It's Been Awhile

The guy from our restoration company recently said he thought we'd be back in our house by the end of January. He said it it with so much confidence too. Like, eh, no big deal. That is such a big deal. I'd convinced myself to just accept the fact that I'd be spending this school year in Aunt Ackie's house. January! That feels so close. I never thought I'd want Christmas to rush by, but I do now. 

This past week, we went to the outlets in Edinburgh for some serious replacement shopping. It was an adventure shopping with Emerson and Eliot, but we managed to spend quite a bit of money. 

Sometimes I feel guilty for all the new things we're getting. Like someone is going to see us and think, well, they didn't need our money or sympathy! It would be hard to understand...to remember...yeah we have lots of nice, new stuff...but at what a cost!

They're making lots of changes to our house. I guess WE are but between the interior designer, cabinet maker, architect and builders all spitting out ideas in their jargon (and none of whom had even seen our house pre-fire), it's a bit overwhelming. I find myself nodding in agreement without fully understanding it all. I'm nervous. I'm scared we are ruining our home.