Having spent last 3 days bringing the posts forward to Deersings blog, and quite a trip down memory lane in the preceeding years back to 2004, feeling nostalgic for what was and getting into the present now again.
Much has transpired since the last post of January 2011…. obviously. It is now 2015 and counting it backwards, we now live in a different geographic location now, we have downsized, we have added some years to our age, we have spent the past two years in grandparenting role of caregiving, adapting to our adult children’s parenting styles which vary greatly from the era in which we raised them, the era in which we were raised.
Counting back then two years puts us at 2013. My husband had retired, our income reduced considerably, and we began the process of worrying about living into our older years, and living in a rural area that we began to feel might have resources too restrictive for our elder years concerns. At that time my daughter had taken a promotion at her job, was heading into career and had new concerns about childcare for her children. We offered, she took us up on our offer, we trekked across the state to be residing grandparents prepared to provide childcare.
How quickly we learned the difference in lifestyles. Alternative for us was to take a private apartment, and care for the grandchildren there. It worked for as long as we could afford to keep up the house mortgage and the apartment rent, and otherwise provide for our daily needs. And just when we decided to call it quits and move back across the state to our own house, my husband revealed the struggles he had been having in keeping up with budgeting expenses for two residences. Long discussions ensued, and we made the decision to relocate, moving our belongings out of our big old house to a smaller condo residence.
We are not anywhere done with the necessary work downsizing entails. One side of our garage is filled to the ceiling with our possessions and belongings. These are left from our initial efforts at lightening possessions we acquired at our house. A U-haul sized dump load, then a truck dump load; a free take what you want, a basement full of books we wouldn’t be taking, and still we had the ultimate large size U-Haul, and a smaller size U-Haul moving trips to make. Let’s just use the words post traumatic stress …. and leave it at that regarding leaving our home, our region, our belongings, and the effort that went into this move across the state.
Now moving forward with our new circumstances, posts at this blog should reflect the new challenges before us as we shift gears and move into the unknown waters for us in the years ahead for us; as we watch what we thought we knew as a way of life evaporate among advances that don’t seem like advances at all to us, rather a speeding train in which we wish to get off and breathe a bit.