It has been six months since we vacated our house for repair
works, and one month shy of a year since Cyclone Debbie ripped through and changed
our lives. The long drawn out process is not yet complete but our house has
become liveable again, with just a few minor issues the insurer has requested the
builders redo.
 |
| Never tire of the view - perhaps that's why the rebuild took so long? |
 |
| The entire floor of the house required replacing |
 |
| Mouldy home - nearly all the plasterboard walls and ceiling were replaced |
While Delvy has done a sterling job of accommodating us over
this period of time, and the shed has played a marvellous supporting role, we have
decided to move back into ‘the big house’; for the time being anyway. It will
make a welcome change from camping. The time it will take to complete daily chores
will be reduced as we revel in the comforts of a modern home. A flushing toilet
that doesn’t need emptying twice a week, hot running water for showering and
washing up, permanently connected water and power supply for the washing
machine, an oven, and more room to move whilst still keeping cool: it’s the
little things that make the difference. We also won’t need to spend time talking
to builders and insurance companies, all in between trying to run the household
and participate in the workforce. And we won’t be eaten alive by mosquitoes or
dive-bombed by fist- sized moths and rhinoceros beetles while choking on the fragrance
of burning mosquito repellent coils. However, the downside will be more
housework, and no chickens - they went to a good home long ago.
 |
| Shed & Delvy - home away from home. Our shed is all fixed and watertight. |
 |
| Crushed like a pallet from near 300km/h winds at 320 metres a.s.l. |
 |
| Renovations |
Anyway, our lives are returning to some semblance of normality,
so it’s time to read a book, organise a holiday, and cook a roast dinner – amongst
other things. I am looking forward to
regaining our life and to not have a stream of stoic tradespeople traipsing through
the place. Having said that, our overall experience of the event work has been
rather good. (yes, that’s what they call it – a natural disaster is called an
event. It’s a little different to the event work that I’ve been involved in
over the years!) Our insurance broker was very proactive and helpful every step
of the way, and the head builder was professional, easy to deal with, and communicated
effectively throughout the whole process. The fact that the job went three
months over schedule, well, what can I say. I suppose that’s just the building
industry - double the time frame and double the money. It was like being on our
own Grand Designs segment, complete with an emotional roller coaster. However,
more to the point, we are fortunate our house is now finished and that we had (mostly)
pleasant people to contend with. Unfortunately, there are others who are not in
such an advantageous position, and I sympathise. It is a crap time and one just
wishes for things to return to BC: Before Cyclone. All I can say to them is
that there will be an end to the frustration and annoyance, eventually, and you
will move on. It just takes a bloody long time, so hang in there. To all those people
who assisted us throughout our ‘journey’, with dinner invitations, parking for
Delvy, hot showers, housesits, visits from old friends and family, the odd text
message or phone call to see how we are faring, and an ear to listen, a
helping hand or financial aid; I thank you.
 |
| Camping at friends |
So, as I open our
lipstick
red front door for the first time in months, I am greeted with the smell of
freshly painted new walls and ceiling, and I slide around in socked-feet on our
brand new wooden floor and soak up the expansive view (compliments of Debbie) of
the valley below from the newly sanded and stained deck. Just lovely.
 |
| Bedroom 3 |
 |
| Completely new ensuite bathroom |
 |
| Brand new marble bench top kitchen - there was nothing wrong with the old one but it had to come out for the floor to be replaced |
 |
| Lounge & study - it wasn't until they laid the new floor that we realised the timber was originally laid perpendicular to the balcony |
The garden has bounced back to life after a good soaking of
rain, with nearly all of my 200 plus post-cyclone plantings thriving. With all
the sun and rain the flora has started to get out of control; so much so I’ve
had to start pruning again. Who would have thought! From not a single leaf in
sight less than 12 months ago, to foliage everywhere. Also, just to keep reminding
us who is boss, during this week’s squally weather we returned home to find a fallen
tree across the driveway. Most bemusing – we don’t have a lot left to fall. Gary
had to revisit the chainsaw for an hour or so, an activity he still wasn’t in a
hurry to return to after weeks of chain sawing last March/April.
 |
| Carport entrance a couple of days after Debbie |
 |
| A little tidier now, and no more tradie vehicles |
 |
| The patio garden copped a battering |
 |
| Hours of work involved to bring the gardens back to their former glory |
 |
| Driveway entrance March 2017 - fallen trees already removed to make way for vehicles |
 |
| February 2018 - can't see the house now! |
 |
| Tree loppers, Easter Sunday 2017 |
 |
| Milk pine garden seats chainsawed by my brother in July - photo February 2018 |
Finally, the exhaustive process is just about over and it
couldn’t come sooner. It’s an experience I never thought I would have to go
through, and frankly, one I could do without. Like finding myself in a court
room – it’s just not on my wish list. On a positive note (there always is one)
I have learnt a lot about the insurance and building worlds, but it hasn’t convinced
me to make a career change. Between us we have been through the whole spectrum
of emotions about our broken home, and not forgetting, our boat too. Starting with
the sheer terror of the event itself; to shock, then profound sadness; feeling
overwhelmed, vulnerable and isolated; to anger and finally detachment. Now hope
and a comprehensive feeling of lightness is emerging as we move back into the
box seat of life and leave behind all that belonged to Debbie. I just pray none
of her cousins visit anytime soon.
 |
| Only one solar panel copped damage, but half the roof needed replacing tonnes of flying timber flattened the corrugations |
 |
| Regrowth |
