Well finally! Mission accomplished. It’s all over except the unpacking. That, I’m afraid, will be going on for some time. But everything that was there…is now here. The new home (that’s it pictured above, #3) is warm, welcoming and instantly a hit since it’s all on one level and there are no stairs.
It has been a bit of a daunting challenge at our age. We just don’t have the stamina or strength that we used to have, no matter how much we try to psych it out. Tired and aching muscles don’t lie…and the arthritis seems to be enjoying the ride. But each day a little more gets done and another box or two or three are emptied and places are found for their content. That alone is a worthy accomplishment because the new house is smaller and has less storage space. I should have purged more even though I would have had to absorb more abuse from Rosemarie the hoarder.
We are four miles from the Gulf of Mexico and just about every retail store regularly on my shopping list is within a five-to-ten minute drive. So everything is spot on…except for one major spot-off. We have a garage. That was one of the must-haves on our house-hunting list. It is almost unbelievable, but the entrance to the garage is so narrow for our Sienna Van that we would have to fold the mirrors in before attempting to pass through. Whodda thunk in 2007 they’d design such a narrow entrance to the garage. I started to drive in the first day we arrived but I got only about a foot before I chickened out. The good news is, now I have a place for storage.
Overall, we are pleased with our decision to move and the new unfamiliar location has rekindled our sense of exploration. The other evening we set the boxes aside and went to the fishing pier to watch the sunset. It wasn’t the best sunset because of a few misplaced clouds, but the water was beautiful and inviting. It will take some time for me to refer to this body of water as a”the Gulf” and not “the Ocean.”
Last night we discovered Marcato, pictured below. It’s a 3-4 block stretch of a gazillion restaurants and specialty shops with a Whole Foods end-capping the whole array. The restaurant at which we had dinner easily lived up to its name: Bravo!
But the purpose for our moving had little to do with our desire for a change in scenery. There was a lot of practicality that went into our planning. We wanted to move into a home that would be more efficient and less of a strain on our retirement funds. The goal was survival–meaning if one of our Social Security checks were to permanently go away, the remaining spouse could still afford to live in the house. I had prepared elaborate spreadsheets of all of expenses and compared them to those of any house we considered buying. How accurate were these projections? Time will tell. Already within the two weeks we’ve been here, we have received pro-rated refunds from our auto and home-owners insurance companies. The annul premium on our car insurance alone dropped over $600! If anything, our new environment should provide new fodder to feed this blog. So buckle up Sparky, we’re going in and at my age it shouldn’t take much to cause a little excitement around these paragraphs!