"Movement At Hand"
My fellow retirees and soon to be, I write this as I am beginning to gather up our "stuff" and begin a move to a new community, and a new way of life.
We have lived in this particular house since 1977. Personally, I have lived in this small suburban town since my parents decided the rent in the big city was getting "to high", it went from ten dollars to twelve dollars a month in our "cold water flat" in a large metro area....way back in 1953.
My father had had enough, and we purchased a small cape cod in the "so called unchartered" western suburbs...some twenty miles west of the city that I was born in, and in which ALL of my relatives still lived. They all thought that my father was a bit wacky, but move we did.
My two older brothers have long since moved out of this community to other states, but I remained for the last sixty one years. It felt good, like an old shoe does. I married, raised a family, and now as I look around the rooms piled high with boxes, and overwhelmed with memories of this town, this house, these people, I realize that much time has passed, and it is time to make some new memories.
I had originally wanted to move to a warmer climate, but of course my other half would have none of that....grand kids you know. So, we kind of compromised and have settled on a over 55 community about an hour away, but a bit closer to our grandchildren....will they remember who we are in ten years?
Oh well, I am kind of viewing this as a "new adventure." I cannot wait to be sitting by the pool with all this "moving stress" behind us.
I now realize why many of us just "die in place"....it is overwhelming to say the least! We are closing on March 13th, with possession on Saint Patty's Day....maybe it's an omen, or the luck of the Irish....of course with a name like Ricardo.....I don't know!
Once we get settled in in our new "digs", I will present an update to those who care to follow my adventure with perhaps some insights to others that are planning "the big move." for now.....back to packing, painting, sweeping, stacking, and what ever else my "other half" assigns me to do....she's becoming a drill sergeant......and the beat goes on!