We accepted an offer on our house, and now we wait for closing a month from now.
One of the other offers was demanding closing in one week. We wondered how we could possibly finish everything and be out of our home of 17 years in one week. The offer was considerably under our asking price, so we never seriously considered it. Now, we have some breathing room.
The nostalgia is setting in. I’ve loved living here and will miss the butterflies flitting in front of the dining area alcove. We have at least five varieties right now. I’ll miss the bromeliad’s bright red and yellow blooms, the waterlilies that have bloomed daily for the last two weeks, and the memories stored in my head. It has been a house of prayer, fellowship, music, art, and family. Our grandbabies have grown here. We cared for them several days a week while Paul and Mary taught other people’s children. We shared birthdays, anniversaries, awards, and hurricane parties. Our small group from church met here for years until COVID taught us to zoom. We’ve welcomed and dismissed cats. We’ve cheered Super Bowl teams, and entertained family members who live elsewhere. We’ve slaved over a yard that produces bushels of weeds every two weeks. We’ve watched bobcat, deer, fox, all kinds of birds, and are constantly watching antics of our black racer, bunnies, raccoons, squirrels, and baby birds learning to fly and eat from the feeders. We’ve wondered at hummingbirds’ antics. We’ve seen our road paved and five new houses built.
Now, we give up our sense of independence. We’re at others’ mercy with schedules, paint colors, and learn the communal living we haven’t experienced since college. But, the advantage is that we do not have sole responsibility of appliance breakdowns, preparing for hurricanes, caring for the yare! and being next to marooned when the power is out. All in all, we’re giving over our concerns to others, and there’s something freeing about that.
So, while others worry about the details of closings etc., we look forward to our new life and to getting this transition over with so we can meet new people, and set up housekeeping in our new setting. It’s always nice to have something to look forward to, isn’t it?
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.