Sarah quit her job as my domestic worker on the second day of this year . We hadn't had a disagreement or anything like that. In fact the last time I'd seen her I had given her a Christmas bonus and paid her for days she hadn't worked. The agreement was that she would come back on the first working day of January to catch up on some laundry and cleaning. Standard. I phoned her to wish her a happy new year and to remind her that I was expecting her. She simply said "I'm not coming back" , As it were,she had stumbled on a life altering opportunity during the festive season and had decided to go with it. It turns out there is a road construction near her village and she had been enlisted as a road-fixer-lady. I of course have no issue with her decision only that she had hadn't informed me of her change of plans . So there I was baskets full of laundry and the aftermath of having hosted the New Years Eve party.
So, I did what any level headed 30-something would do...I filled a glass of wine to the brim and started cleaning. As I went through piles of worn-only -once jeans, water stained glasses, dust filled shelves, sofa stealing coins, insect coffin carpets that hadn't been touched once in six months, I came face to my face with myself.
I realized for the first time since moving into my house that I took so much for granted.
I remembered how much I had fought for have this house. A little under five years ago the bank had almost refused to finance me for a house. I in turn refused to accept their refusal . We had to bargain from there. The bank said they'd only give me a loan if I paid a deposit amounting to 10% of the total amount. I had some saving but I had plans for a renovation and I was not going to give up my dreams of a Nate Berkusesque makeover. Damn...don't they watch Oprah? So, I took the shady deal they offered me, singed countless affidavits that I was good for the money even though I was not married, paid exorbitant amounts in bond registration and lawyers fees and three months later I had a house.
Now for the renovations. It was like a scene from those BBC Lifestyle makeover shows. I dug out the tiles and stripped the walls. Light fixtures , window treatments and even the stove were donated to whoever wanted them. I had spent no less that a year dreaming and visualizing my country style home. I had a year's worth of decor magazines with the theme. I read and made notes from books I loaned at the public library and spent hours on end collecting items that would suit 'the look of and feel' of my new home. These included soliciting a fireplace from my parents and digging through my granny' storeroom for her old dining room suit. (Now you must understand my granny is hoarder so there was another scene for another BBC lifestyle show) .
When Sarah quit I had to fix my house not realizing that I was being reminded of my Mikenos!
I took me months to get that house together and boy did I make memories there. Those we the best days...I created a home, not only for myself but for my friends and family as well. Oh if those walls could talk.. The joy, the laughter, the tears and the DRINKS.
Her name was Lavender Blue: Mikenos Manor...the home I built for us!
When Sarah quit I had to fix my house not realizing that I was being reminded of my Mikenos!
I took me months to get that house together and boy did I make memories there. Those we the best days...I created a home, not only for myself but for my friends and family as well. Oh if those walls could talk.. The joy, the laughter, the tears and the DRINKS.
Her name was Lavender Blue: Mikenos Manor...the home I built for us!
