If you remember the earlier post with the picture of the bathroom, this picture above and to the leftis that same room, emptied out and cleaned out, stripped down. The most overwhelming emotion with all of this is feeling so exposed. I am by nature a private person and having everyone know all of my business drove me crazy. I have adjusted to it, but so far it still is not a natural state for me at all. That's part of the reason for the post, to force me to take the time to ask myself where i am this particular day, to stop and take a mental check, to ask myself how I'm faring. So far, I'm still here. That is progress.

They had to strip off all of the siding because most of it was lost. The picture above all the way on the top and on the left was Pats room, just after work began, i think. With this sort of tear down, it can actually be really hard to tell which room is which.

This is just after the work began, some of the blackness is being cleaned up. The amount of work needed was overwhelming. I'm not one to hide from my life, but never in my life did I want to do that more. I just wanted it all to go away.

This gives a really good concept of our starting place, ground zero, as it were. Still to this day I sometimes find myself have a hard time accepting reality. All I can think here, is this isn't my house, someone else lives here. But I have to keep reminding myself we will get there. Patience has never been my strong suit but I'm gonna need buckets of it to do this. I've been through worse, we've been through worse. I can do this.