I knew that the time would come, some day, to say goodbye to my home of fifteen years. It is through tears that I reminisce about the joyous days that I have had here. It is here that I became a grandmother. It is here that I took care of my ailing mother. It is here that I hosted Thanksgiving, and Christmas dinners, and regular Wednesday night dinners for my grandkids and great-nieces and great-nephew. It is here that my dear, late Uncle Frank, as a tradition, helped us to decorate for Christmas; always on the day after Thanksgiving.
I will miss my yard, my gazebo, my neighbors, my neighborhood, and my pond full of fish. I will miss being a short drive away from my sons and their families. I have loved it here, and will miss it every day. I am unendingly grateful for the time spent here. Yet, a chapter is ending and a new one is beginning. Retirement is like that. Time to move on. I have reservations, but am compelled to move forward. Life is not static. To everything there is a season.
The Magical Room.
I cannot believe that his room is virtually empty. This basement room served as a family room, a guest room, an efficiency for my mom, a playroom (complete with trampoline), an office for my son as he launched his business, and a virtual school room as Covid chased kids from their classrooms.
When my mom was living here, we respected her privacy, and kept her room closed. When she went to an Assisted Living, we allowed my grandson to explore the basement. He was just a toddler, and because it was new to him, he declared that it was a “magical room”. It was. It is. It is so hard to part with these memories.
My life is neatly packed away in boxes. It is impossible to digest the magnitude of this undertaking. We do not have a home. We will be moving into Big Bertha for over a year, while our retirement home is being built. I will not see my “stuff” for at least fifteen months. It’s unnerving. I am a living, breathing, anxiety attack.
My sweet puppy, Gypsy is about to resume her vagabond lifestyle. Here we come RV parks, State Parks, and open road. The journey truly does continue.
I feel like I am getting ready to jump from a plane. I am unsure about my parachute. Adventure + Apprehension. I’m a mess.
Stay tuned…
Retired and Rambling 
Amy and Geoff, best of luck on your new adventure! I know it’s not easy to part with your gorgeous home with that luscious back yard, and all the memories that go along with it, but think of the new memories you’ll be making in your new lake house. I sure do understand the apprehension of the next months while you wait for construction to be completed though. I think that in itself will make for some intetesting stories, and more memories! Love your posts.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
On Sun, Nov 14, 2021, 5:10 PM Retired and Rambling wrote:
> alakis27 posted: ” Home, sweet home. I knew that the time would come, some > day, to say goodbye to my home of fifteen years. It is through tears that I > reminisce about the joyous days that I have had here. It is here that I > became a grandmother. It is here that I took ca” >
LikeLike
Thanks, Sue. Believe me, there will undoubtedly be stories to tell, once my insecurity subsides. It will certainly be interesting….
LikeLike
God’s blessings on your retirement. Hope it takes you to wonderful new adventures. I’ll be watching and enjoying everything you’re willing to share. Love, Lynn
LikeLike
Thank You! I’m filled with mixed emotions but am curious about what each new day will bring 🙂
LikeLike
You’ll make it through. Just think of it as travelling for several months instead of that you’re waiting for your new home to be built. And…a new home! What an adventure! Take care!
LikeLike
Thanks, Tina. It really is all about the perspective, isn’t it? I’m sure that there will be many stories to tell, and time flies so much more swiftly these days. Thanks for the reminder.
LikeLike