Diary of a Flood Survivor

Well since I’ve last written, our status has now changed to empty nesters.

Yep, our baby, who is now nearly 19 years old has moved out of home.

He and his girlfriend have rented a unit in Ballina, closer to both their places of employment.

I have to give it to him, he has been incredibly resilient since and during the foods.

While we all evacuated and stayed with friends, he was not only doing his Year 12 studies but also holding the position of school captain and fulflling all the tasks that role entailed.

During that time he also managed to secure a cadetship in a local accounting frm and early entry at university for his part-time study.

We couldn’t be more proud, and now knowing he is making his way out into the world, just as his older brother did before him, our responsibilities have been fulflled for the frst part of his life. Mind you, we won’t be repainting and changing the room just yet, in case in six months’ time he comes a-knocking. We never stop being parents.

On another note, the change of weather we had recently from incredibly hot, to cold southerlies has done wonders for ensuring my hay fever acts up. But that’s nothing compared to how our pool reacted. Because it is empty and the back panels have rusted, the wind managed to get in and blow it up like a balloon.

I had some very interesting comments when I shared it on my Facebook page, from a pregnant pool looking like it was about to have twin hot tubs, to an ingrown pool to a jumping pillow. As much as we have had diffculties coming to the realisation we need to get rid of it, the weather may have prompted the push.

I think I will be putting a call out for someone to come and dismantle a much loved but sadly food-affected part of our lives for us very soon. Little steps.

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