So after 2-3 completely miserable weeks, I sense that things are starting to turn around.
My neighbors are home from their vacation. This sounds like such a small thing, but they are the only people who know that I am here alone, and it is so comforting that they're back and watching out for me. Mrs. George (not her real name) came over soon after they got home with Cosmos in hand and we drank and chatted for nearly 2 hours. It's been a real weight off my shoulders.
The second bit o' news is that I've decided to get a roommate. It's nearly a perfect situation; she's a 19 year old college student who is managing our neighborhood pool. She just wanted a place to stay a couple of nights a week (maybe 3-4) to save her a 3-4 hour daily commute from her parents' place. She's going to be nice and low maintenance, take care of my cats when I visit DH in England (no kennel needed - yea!), and just having someone else in the house is going to give me that little additional bit of peace of mind. I'm quite happy with the situation.
Eliza is getting better, I'm starting to get a little braver, and I'm sleeping more (still not great) so my mental state isn't as fragile. I've got a loose date when I am going to fly and see DH (mini-mental countdown started) and once he gets the house situation sorted out and our stuff moved in, I think I'll really feel better about things.
All that being said, I'm still keeping that big breaker bar beside my bed. And checking the basement for spiderwebs every couple of days.
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