Diary of a food survivor

When the food hit us, we had one of our two sons still living with us and he was in his fnal year of school.

Not only that, but he was school captain.

So dealing with study, captaincy roles and also the fact that he had lost nearly every material possession he owned, was a tough gig for a young man.

We were living with very good friends who opened up their home to us and gave our son, not only a bedroom, but also a study area where he could concentrate on his homework without distraction.

When the option came up to obtain a caravan through the government and live back on our property, the only thing that stopped us was thinking of the convenience we felt our son needed, to concentrate on Year 12.

We were very blessed that our friends continued to support us in this way.

Fast forward two years and we are empty nesters, as our younger son moved out and has actually been travelling through Thailand for the last couple of months.

And now a tsunami is about to hit.

Just when we got used to having the house the way we like it, the kids are coming home.

Our older son’s lease is coming to an end and he has asked to move back home for a while. This will be in the same week our younger son comes home from Thailand. He had had to give up his lease when he left to travel, so now, because we still don’t have the downstairs of our house repaired, it looks like they will be sharing a bedroom once again, like they did when they were little boys. This could be interesting. Little steps.