Upon getting my previous beloved home in order for viewing, it was placed on the market – sold within 3 weeks. Then began the negotiations. Taking a bit less than I had hoped, I did finally capitulate. Took it while I could. During the time all the paper work was being tossed back and forth, packing began in earnest, a moving company was sought. With the dedicated assistance of a longtime friend and my daughter, we packed up that 2,200 square foot house loaded with memorabilia (and necessities) into over 125 boxes of various sizes, furniture and a piano. I could not have done it without their help. And so, on the 26th of November, the movers arrived. The next day, I signed away my home of 16 years leaving only memories. (Please let me iterate, that home was the longest I had ever lived in any one place!) The transition had begun.
My daughter did yeoman’s planning and work to make my move easier and the house ready. She guided the movers through the whole affair. Once the major items were situated, I began the unpacking in earnest. Box after box either stored or unloaded. Much was done. It took a few months to get boxes out of the main living area and pictures on the walls, but it was done. My hands were like washboards as a result. The place, though, is now very homey. It is a bit changed from my previous days, for the better; boasting newer floors, kitchen counters, bathroom counter/hardware, ceiling fans, door hardware and paint (lots of new paint!) Everything goes very well in this space, and I am beginning to enjoy it. And, I’ve even added some furniture – purchased some new dining chairs (only 2) and they are gorgeous! So now, with all this settling in, this adjusting to new doctors, and the finishing of needed repairs (sprinkler system, new outside doors, and more) I am going to re-establish community involvement. There are at least two inside projects yet to complete: reorganizing closets! But there is time for that. Definitely easy to postpone. Here’s to a new life!