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.