middle age? We know they are inevitable
and the pace does feel like it picks up after age 50. But, so often, I am just not prepared for
feel “elderly.” The idea that I am
almost 20 years from eighty still does not compute. Wow…even typing the words is a little
overwhelming. So, when my husband tells me we must make difficult decisions
now, because we might regret not making them in the near future, it is still a
foreign concept so very hard to grasp.
time around three years ago, my husband was laid off by his employer. The company headquartered in New York City decided
to lay off employees who were flying in to work from other locations… it actually
made sense to me, though hard to take and especially hard on him. I love NYC,
however we did not want to move there… too far away from our children.
discover new employment when over fifty.
At that time, there were several men on our street with the same
issues. A couple of them turned to
alcohol to solve their pain and one is still in the bottle today. My husband did not believe in taking money
from the government to live, so we ate through our savings and racked up credit
while helping adult children with weddings and college.
job, but we are suffering the consequences of going through this time. I write all of this to tell you that we (more
him than I) have decided to sell our home.
The decision has broken my heart.
I just do not want to say goodbye.
NOT HOLD ON TO ANYTHING TOO TIGHTLY. By
selling this home, I might have security in the future which might not
otherwise exist. So, it is time to pry
open my hands and say goodbye to this place I have loved so much.
realistic and stop living in a dream world:
I am closer to 80 than to 30. The
economy is not getting better.
love. My young family lived in a 1100
square foot home on Larchmont Street for several years and it held special
times for us while there, even though we knew we would need more space as the
family grew. When we moved to the CURRENT HOME THAT I LOVE, I brought an oak
tree with me from Larchmont. I had grown
it from acorns of our red oak my favorite tree right in the front yard. The Larchmont Oak Tree grows strong and
sturdy in our current back yard today…it will be so sad to bid it farewell, but
I am taking pictures of it for my memories.
|The Larchmont Tree|
tightly…I must release it and go forward.
The children who ran up and down the stairs and slammed the doors are
grown and gone.
new living space, but a joy and fun. I
can choose to wallow in the sad good bye, or rejoice in the new hello!
the house and the Larchmont Tree be a blessing to them!
on the scene. But, it is important that
I part ways now with the house emotionally.
Oh well, today I am sitting here….loving my desk, my bedroom, the
fireplaces…..and they all make me smile!