Surprise Decision

View from my new living room

I’m moving! This wasn’t anywhere on my list of things to think about this week. But after a tour this week, I’m not only moving but doing it very quickly, because the apartment is almost ready now and the housing market is hot. My house on the golf course should sell quickly. It’s not on the market yet but will be soon.

So where am I going? A first floor 2 bedroom independent living apartment at Meadow Lake, which is a “continuity of care” community in Tyler not far from where I live now. It’s 1400 square feet, much larger than any apartment I’ve ever lived in, and is spacious and nicely appointed. They are screening in the patio for me which will make the kitties happy. Which of course makes me happy. The plan includes all my utilities, weekly housekeeping, and one meal a day. Everyone I’ve met is friendly and welcoming, including some friends from my current community who moved out a few years ago.

It’s the right move at the right time. But I’m very conflicted because I love this house and it’s been in the family since 1985; my parents were the original owners. I spent time and money doing that renovation (remember how fun that was?) and replaced all the windows. It’s beautiful and comfortable; I have history here, and friends, and a job. But it’s just too much space for me and the girls, and I’ve been worrying about being here alone if there are medical issues to deal with.

Having made the decision, I’m excited about the move. I’m used to apartment living and used to moving, which is a good thing because I have a TON of things to get rid of before I go, and I need to do it fast. I’m concentrating on making keep/donate/sell/trash decisions and will hire a mover to pack for me since the cane is making it awkward and slow to move boxes around. It hurts my heart to let some of the things go because I know their history – things like great-grandma’s blue and white platters, and the sterling bread trays that belonged to another great-grandma. But the family doesn’t want them and it’s time for hard reality of letting them go.

And for those wondering about my job – no worries! I’m still planning to work at the church which will be 12 miles away instead of just a golf cart ride, but very doable, especially since I’m working from home at least one day a week. I can meet friends for lunch and play Mah Jongg, and come back for special events if I’m invited.

I have a lot to do in a very short time. Say a prayer!