We did it! We took the plunge and FINALLY downsized. Boy, did we ever. We ‘graduated’ to a small one bedroom condo in the middle of a small walkable little downtown area of small town USA. I think that describes our little town of Woodstock located North of Atlanta.
Population 23,865 (but who’s counting?), 30 miles to Atlanta, 30 miles to the North Georgia mountains and, hence, two hours from the lake house we will continue to enjoy, 35 miles from the international airport and 12 miles to a good hospital (just in case).
You may recall I shared our search for a home to be closer to our children and grands. How long have we been looking? For many moons. Houses (with master on main), townhouses with lots of steps, retirement communities, golfing communities, log cabin communities, ocean communities, lake communities, riverfront communities, condos and more condos……I think that’s it. It’s been a journey.
This journey has ended. We FINALLY decided we did not want to take care of another lawn or a house and we were done. NO! Not another one. DONE with that. Nor did I want to clean a large abode. Again I say…..DONE! Our better judgment took over.
We are in the middle of trying to settle in. Also, I find that I did not sell enough nor give away or thrown away nearly enough STUFF when we moved out of our home home. PURGE people! When you think you are finished. Look again and purge some more. Nightmare! Goal now is to empty our storage unit.
It feels like home….NOT. However, I love our little town of Woodstock, established in 1897, with its many restaurants, bistros, boutiques, home flavor bars, flower shop, weekend farmer markets, nail and hair salons, artsy craftsy stores, amphitheater, 3 miles of walking trails with more miles to come, free entertainment, festivals, fairs, a no fare trolley, a brewery, community theatre…….I think that’s it…..oooh and an Ace hardware. The best part of this all is everything is within walking distance of our little condo. We have always wanted to live in a small town and walk to everything important and here we are. Not 100 percent truthful. Fact is I always dreamed of living in Manhattan, a not so small town, up above it all with an elevator directly to our flat! Trump move over. No such luck. This may be second best.
Furniture. Need some. The prices of couches have changed since I last shopped for one and I have decided I am not buying a couch that will last longer than I will. El cheapo..no.. but not too expensive either. In between. That is the way to go for me. So, perhaps, in five years I can change it out for another. Size of the furniture is important also. No longer may I use that seven foot buffet that I loved so much in my last house. Small scale.
But here I am. The world is my oyster. The neighbors are extremely nice, people on the sidewalks in our little town are very nice. Bartenders and hostesses may get to know us and say, “Hi Bob, Hi Leigh”…..”Sometimes you want to go to where everybody knows your name.”
So, now what? Get settled and live. Enjoy my children who are now living closer than before. Take advantage of what my new little town has to offer. Maybe take a course at the local community college which is also walkable!
BUT WAIT. Truth be told. I am feeling a little out of my element. Not settled in my soul. Small decisions are difficult and I’m a bit unsure of myself. Oh, who’s kidding. A lot unsure of myself. Is this what happens to those of us in our golden years? Or is it because choices are fewer and time is of the essence and not for wasting on these frivolous unimportant decisions? I wonder.
Wish me luck in our new home!
“You make what seems to be a simple choice:
Choose a man or a job or a neighborhood–
and what you have chosen is not a man or a job
or a neighborhood, but a life”
Writer, Jessamyn West