Is this the right time and the right move to make at this time in my life?
Boy, those questions kept me awake at night.
Looking back at it now I realize that when you are in your 70's, you are active, your health is good, friends and family are there for you, so you think: "why make the move?"
Time marches on and things change, your neighborhood changes, friends relocate or pass on, your world gets smaller.
TIME TO MOVE ON
I bit the bullet and did it!
I surprised myself on moving day.
Image: Moving
Image: Bedroom being moved
Image: Den being moved
I thought I would be sad, in tears and sorry to be leaving my spacious condo, leaving a familiar neighborhood and many good friends.
I realize the only thing I'll really miss are the friends I have made over the years.
Just because I have left the area doesn't mean I'll lose touch with my dear friends.
The phone is available, the car is available.
We will all work on getting together from time to time. It's not like I am going to a different state.
ADJUSTING TO A NEW PLACE
The movers showed up at 9:00 a.m. By 12:00 p.m. they were on their way to my "new place." What teamwork we had!
Image: Lunch at the new place before things moved in
Between the movers, Steve and Carol, and little old me my place was in pretty good shape by evening!
As a matter of fact a friend, that I met years ago in Florida, is living at Brooksby now. She knew I was coming in that day, knocked on my door at 8:00 p.m., and was just amazed at how 'settled in' my apartment was.
Image: Livingroom
Image: Livingroom
Image: Bedroom
Image: At my Desk
What surprises me is how well I have adjusted to a one bedroom unit.
I have to say, it's a cozy place.
There are pieces of furniture that I took with me that will have to go, and eventually I'll have to get rid of more clothes.
I knew when I was planning this move, it was not the unit itself that was as important to me as the lifestyle that it would give me.
The other night I went to dinner at one of the restaurants on the premises. What a delicious meal I had! One of the ladies said, "you get the Brooksby Bulge here."
Sounds like that first year when you live on campus at college, you eat lots of pasta, drink beer, and you gain weight.
I hope that doesn't happen to me but I do feel like I am living on campus!
The hard part of the transition is over - now I'm looking forward to meeting new people and getting involved with new activities.
Let the games begin!