At 60 years old, if I play my cards right and have a good amount of luck on my side, I've got another 20 to 30 years left in me. May as well make the most of them, yeah? Untethered from habits that hold me back.
Big changes afoot in 2018: my husband and I are planning on moving into the retirement community that my folks live in. It's a many step process, but the big hurdle has been accomplished: they will allow us to have our dog, who exceeds the pet policy weight limit by, let's just say "a LOT" to move in with us. A glowing letter from our veterinarian was the ticket. We have no time table, as it all depends of vacancies over there, so we'll do what we can to down size and organize on our side (we have the realtor lined up) and see what happens.
Keeping boundaries with the folks will probably be our only challenge. I'm also a little sad to be leaving the home that we thought we'd live in for years and years. But I do admit to being really tired of the yard upkeep, and with cooking. These are both new (and big) for me, as I've derived quite a bit of pleasure from both. Nothing lasts forever.
Anyone who follows my blog will know that the community is a fabulous place, with amenities galore and residents who are engaged, socially and intellectually. We'll have 2 swimming pools, 2 spas, a library, many kinds of exercise and health classes, field trips to San Francisco and the east bay area, and delicious meals and housekeeping. The grounds are also lovely, with plenty of fruit trees and roses. We can choose to participate at any level we want to. Or not at all (though I think that unlikely).
I am excited about our new chapter and the new friends we will be making. As they say, Life Is Good.
A very happy New Year for you, too, dear reader.
|Sitting on the patio of our hotel, Rabat, Morocco, Dec. 2017.|
Here's to breaking old, unhelpful habits, and moving into life with enthusiasm.