One day my prince will come. Actually he has already. Well, at least I thought he was my prince, but I now realise he was a frog all along. Anyway that is another story. One day my house will be repaired. I have no idea when this will happen and part of me doesn't want to deal with it. In fact, a big part of me. My strategy would be to run far away from all this nightmare. It has been 3 years since the first earthquake in September 2010 and if that had been the one and only things would not have seemed so bad.
But, of course we then had another more devastating earthquake in February 2012 and the damage to my house and land was a hell of a lot worse. According to my insurance company my house is a repair, not a rebuild. What a joke. My house will be lifted to replace the piles and foundations. Sounds simple, but I am on TC3 land which means the house will be lifted higher than normally required to allow the new super strong foundations and piles to be laid. My kitchen is to be dismantled and refitted, all the windows and doors are to be replaced. Then there are all the internal walls that need to be repaired as well as the exterior weatherboards. The garage and carport are to be lifted, so the concrete pads can be replaced. Well, good luck with that as they sit under a huge tree. And these are only some of the repairs that need to be done.
Logic tells me it would be more economical to rebuild, but then what do I know. I am still here, but only just. My life has been on hold for 3 years and I am wondering how much more I can take. I hate my house. I hate coming home to it and want to move on. At this time I have no idea what moving on means to me. Do I stay in Christchurch or do I move overseas as had been planned before September 2010? Do I buy another property here or do I rent? I have no answers at this time, but once my house is repaired I want to get on with living my dreams.
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