H's post is still coming to my house. I just pile it up near the front door. He's not messaged me asking for it, and I've not told him there's anything.
I'm guessing it's his responsibility? A bit like moving house? You know there's still going to be post going to your old address unless you actively do something about it, or ask the new tenants about it?
That's been my philosophy at least.
I've had *a lot* to deal with on the work front and house renovations front without chasing after H to tell him about his post. I worked 7 days last week, in three different venues, almost 70 hours in all.
I have another two weeks of this crazy schedule and then my temporary contract is done, and I can go back to my normal pace.
I'm very slowly starting to put my house back together after the workmen were in. My parents have been helping me with this, building shelves and adding new things in. I feel very grateful for their help at the moment.
All in all I feel that life is good at the moment. I feel like I'm slowly finding myself and finding my feet.
I still dream about H. Last night I dreamt that I was coming back home, came in the front door and there were lots of large photographs of H hanging on the hallway walls.
I woke up feeling very sorrowful. Thankfully an utterly frantic day at work at my temporary contract swept that feeling aside pretty quickly.
This evening I'm enjoying the silence and stillness in my house.
