This moving business is not easy for me. I don't do change very well any more. It is hard to think about leaving my home of well over 20 years. The home where I lived with my husband until his death several years ago. The home that is jam-packed with memories.
I am slowly getting used to the idea. The notion of living where I might be a bit more mobile is a definite plus. A place where I can go outside without having to use the dreaded stairs. A place, perhaps, where I can see green grass and trees rather than concrete and asphalt.
The wheels are turning. Oldest daughter is checking out home care options to deal with my physical limitations. And looking into light housekeeping services. Youngest son is in charge of finding a suitable place for me to live. He has suggested that perhaps I might enjoy living close to his family (45 miles away from my present location) so that I could spent time with my three youngest grands. That would be delightful.
I am doing my part. The canning and dehydrating, aside from the food still in my freezer, has been put on hold. I am beginning to sort and toss - some for charity shop donations, some that my kids might find useful and some for the dumpster.
All of this will take time, but there is no great rush.
I write about many things here on this silly little blog. Sometimes I debate with myself whether or not I should post about my difficulties or less than upbeat topics. But what it boils down to is that this is life. And life is not always unicorns and sunshine. There are storm clouds now and then. So I write about them, too.
What really amazes me is that there are folks out there who stop by and visit and leave comments who are caring enough to offer suggestions when I find myself in a place that is less than ideal. Many times those suggestions have helped me deal with one thing or another. I want you all to know just how much I value the friendship of each and every one of you, for even though we have never met, I still consider you as friends. Thank you for continuing to stop by, even when the unicorns are not here. I am truly humbled.
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