At least I hope I have. Well, maybe I have. When I need to make major decisions, I take such a long time, I get tired of thinking about it. And I swing back and forth from one spectrum to the other. What is the decision that has taken me about a year and a half to make? Which house should I sell and where should I live.
For some background — I have a brick and mortar townhouse in North Carolina and I have a mobile home in a 55+ mobile home park in South Carolina, one mile from the beach. And I love them both. And I like my neighbors and friends in each place. Therein lies the problem.
When I am in NC, I’ll decide I’m keeping that place. Then I’ll go to the beach and decide that’s the place I’ll keep. My friends and family just roll their eyes when I announce my latest decision. Heck, I even get sick of myself! But this time, I’ve made it. Really. I have. I’ve even started packing. Gosh, I hate packing and moving. That, I think, has been a big part of my decision making. I am a bit of a procrastinator. Not as much as my son, but one nonetheless. It’s easier to put off a decision when you don’t want to do the chores. I really have even thought I’d make no decision and let my kids deal with it all when I die. Isn’t that sick?
How did I finally make the decision? I took most of the emotion out of it and dealt with the practical and financial aspects of each place. Once I was able to do that, the decision came easy. In NC, I have no outside upkeep. The HOA takes care of it all. Since I’m in my 70s, that is a huge positive. In my mobile home, I have to do all outside upkeep myself or pay someone to do it for me. No brainer there! But, the beach place is the beach place, after all.
Plus, to add a little emotion to it, my family all live in NC. And I miss being around them. Not that I haven’t worn down the pavement on I-95 these past six years. I think some of the people who man the cash registers at my favorite pee stops have begun to know me. I can’t in good conscience use their bathrooms without making a purchase. Two of my favorite junk foods are those cheese danishes and bear claws that come in wrapped packages. Forget that I was a baker and would have cringed if anything we sold would have been remotely like those. But I love them!
So, the beach place lost out. It gets sold. With my grandkids getting older and my grandson playing sports, their ability come down to the beach as often as they used to has become more difficult. I keep recalling my six year old grandson telling me two months ago, “I love this house.” And it makes me sad. But we can always stay with Mr. Jim. And he has the hot tub, aka — Mr. Jim’s little pool. And he has Wii.
I’ve had to convince Jim that we can do this. He’s still trying to influence me in the other direction. Heck, we’re both retired. The road runs up and down. Please Lord, let this be the right decision. I think he might be a little worried I’ll meet another old codger at the Senior Center. I tell him as soon as I pull out of the park, all the single ladies will be coming by to bring him a casserole or pie. Hopefully, we’ll just be together at one place or the other.
I think I’ll have to break down and get cable up there. He’s pretty dependent on television. I have had success getting him to enjoy PBS, but, unfortunately, I can’t get it with the antenna in NC. Hence, the cable idea. There go the $$$. I hate paying a cable bill, since I don’t watch much television. Not that there is much to watch on cable, right? Roku is just fine with me.
With the money I’ll save each month on fees, taxes, insurance, utilities — we can travel more and even take my family on a nice vacation each year, if I choose. (I enjoy the excitement the grandkids exhibit by just staying in a hotel).
What will I miss? My porch. I’ll miss sitting out there reading or playing with my electronics. Or napping. Or hanging with friends.