Remind me never to move again! Don’t know which is more demanding: actually packing everything up for the move or unpacking everything and getting it stowed away!
Anyway, the good news is: the process is almost done.
Meanwhile, a friend popped in yesterday to check out the new digs and stated, “You’re so clever having the master bedroom on the main floor.”
Now, I don’t want to shy from being called “clever”, but this was none of my doing. Where I lived before, the bedrooms were upstairs, and this presented no problem for me (or my dog). Now, having bedrooms on the same floor as the living room and kitchen, etc. means… well, I guess it means no climbing stairs. But then, I didn’t have a challenge with climbing those stairs in the first place, and certainly didn’t buy the new pad because of where the rooms are located.
Seems to me this is part of that predilection too many people have of “saving” their strength as they age. Reminds me of moving back in 2017, and someone asked me how far I was located from the hospital at my new address. “Gosh,” I responded, “I never checked. Don’t even know if there is a hospital here.”
Turns out there was. But I have to tell you, it’s not the kind of thing that keeps me awake at night. I’m a “when your number’s up, your number’s up” kinda guy. And while some may find that too relaxed, I just can’t live my life worrying about what may happen.