Meg, My House, and Me
It was two summers ago I found the courage to begin looking for help in putting my home “back together again” after more than a decade of injury and illness that found me so limited physically I could not bend over nor use my arms in a meaningful way. Not only was I physically limited, but I also had suffered brain injury that made planning and thinking forward very difficult. My world had changed from an active, organized, busy, and fulfilled life. It was extraordinarily difficult to allow someone into my once-lovely home, but I did, and that person was Meg.
Meg was a perfect fit; full of energy and enthusiasm and lacking in a judgmental attitude. That gung-ho spirit combined with her great humor had us working, and laughing, from the top of my house to the bottom. there was a lot to do. And do, we did! We started with the mutually agreeable schedule of five hours a day to see how it went, and when that became too much for me, we cut back to four hours and fewer days. But we kept plugging along until we were finished.
Meg gave me my life back. I can have people into my home again and not be mortified. We went through every single thing in this home where I lived for 40 years. My stuff, my dead parent’s stuff, their mother’s stuff, and the remnants of renters’ stuff; we took furniture to donate and clothes and bedding and kitchen stuff and yes, garbage too. And we filed papers, mountains of papers …
Wow, is all I can say … double wow. For anyone facing the challenge of unhappiness due to lack of organization and too much stuff, please meet with this person, and see if she can get you back on track too. It was the finest gift I have ever given myself.
Another gift Meg will give you, that you will remember until your dying day and that will become part of you … “but do you LOVE it?” and you will smile when you say it to yourself and you will remember Meg.