Moving is hard. Especially when you are old, it is harder. Especially if you have stayed in one place (geographically or psychologically) for a long time; it is very hard. It feels like we are dragging our feet out of quicksand. We understand why people develop inertia and stay, even when they are miserable. There is a certain insane comfort in the familiar, even when it’s a dead place, soul-wise. Plus, of course, we had too much stuff (and according to hubby, still do). 😉
The irony is that I’ve moved at regular intervals all my life, until I came here, to Houston, Texas in 1990. I spent my childhood moving as a military brat; two years here, three years there, from the western U.S. to the eastern. Spending summers in refuge in New Hampshire (where parents are from and extended family is). As a young adult, I joyously traveled to live in Britain for three years, in Denver for three (courtesy the U.S. Air Force), in Rhode Island for four.
And then Houston. The first husband, after graduate school at Brown University, got a job here, and here I stayed, raised children, got divorced, got remarried, and stayed. Until the youngest one graduated high school, and then…the burdens of home ownership took hold, for the economy sank, and our prospects for escape evaporated. For awhile. Until now.
Hubby loves the countryside and hates the city, but was forced by his own circumstances to return to Houston in 2000, where we met in mid-life after twenty-year marriages to others and the making of wonderful children, to create a new life in this place. And yet, it never suited us. We accepted home ownership when we’d have been freer in some respects if we’d rented. Neither here nor there. We took good care of the last suburban space we will ever inhabit with the life we have left, and now we leave for…adventure. And remember, adventure in your fifties is not the same as adventure in your twenties. It’s scarier, but also more satisfying, I think. There’s a deepness in adventuring in your fifties.
So, this blog will be my diary of our change, from suburbia to rural life, from southeast to northwest, from the known to the unknown (for we have no set destination, just a house that we are leaving).
You are welcome to join me in this exploration. As hubby often reminds me (some quote from a movie, he says), “We will know when we find out.”
Recommendations for Your Own Journey
Hang out with Jacob Nordby. He’s a great writer and inspirationist who lives in Boise, Idaho, in our top five for places to end up after our wanderings. 🙂
If you live in Houston and are thinking about selling your house or buying a home there, call Olga Zeno at Keller-Williams. She will take good care of you.