Some of you have been following the saga of where Mr. A and I can/should live. Bullet points: I'm now 60, he's soon to be 68, I have a progressive illness that affects my mobility and our house and yard are highly inaccessible and cannot really be made so. Which brings us to the "we need to downsize before we get any more committed to this town/house/yard."
Recaps are here:
https://youlookfab.com/welookf.....anges-here
and here:
https://youlookfab.com/welookf.....d-downsize
Here's what I learned.
1. I loved having an accessible space nearby, and a helpful building staff to take care of things when needed.
2. I had a very small wardrobe there - so small that I got sick of much of it and learned that tiny wardrobes don't make me happy.
3. Most importantly, I had not realized what it would be like to keep two living spaces clean and maintained. It was A LOT of work, and a lot of rushing back and forth. In the winter months, it would be full dark by the time we had dinner and I would rush off on time to avoid any black ice.
Then we decided to commit to our house for as long as we can manage it, so a second place made less sense. The "we" in that sentence is not really a we but an I, since Mr. A's plan is to live forever in robust health, right here on the rugged terrain that he continues to augment. He's dug in, and I'm not terribly sure how my future self fits into that.