Movin' On

I have been living in my current abode for twenty seven plus years and my wife and I have made the decision to sell our house and move. Tis more than a wee bit nervous, we are, as this is practically a brand new experience for us. We acquired this house while we were already living here; having been renting for about five years already. Our landlord informed us that they
wanted to sell the property and we had the first option to buy; which we chose to do. Being experienced in the world of Real Estate themselves they walked us through the process from beginning to end. To my recollection, the entire deal went down smoother than an ice tea on a hot day. This time, though, we're on our own.

First off, the primary reason behind our decision to sell. This place is over eighty years old and it needs a lot of TLC that we can no longer provide. I am no longer physically able to do the necessary maintenance and repairs myself and, because of my very limited, fixed income, we cannot afford to pay to have work done. The secondary reason behind our desire to relocate is due to the house being a two story residence. My condition makes climbing stairs a progressively difficult process. Having only one bathroom, on the second floor, does not help matters at all.

We shall move; and we are looking to buy a double-wide mobile home in a mobile home park, somewhere in the quieter, southern half of New Castle County. There will be no stairs of any consequence to deal with, and there will be limited storage space for to assist in our desire to curb our pack-rat tendencies. My parents were the poster folks for post depression pack-ratism and we have been wading through their attic, basement, garage, yard shed, and closets for nearly way too long. I don't plan to burden my heirs with the same problem. Long ago, my wife's parents move to Florida into a double-wide mobile home Where there are not a lot of places to junk up. No attic, no basement, no problem! So we are wading through our attic, basement, closets, and garage now and I am amazed at how much of what we have very much qualifies as "Junk." Not just no longer wanted so lets have a yard sale; but honest to goodness gargbage qualtity. What were we thinking!?!

It is no wonder that I have always been somewhat uncomfortable having strangers in this house. I don't even like friends and relatives to visit. It's not that I'm antisocial, it's just that the place is too small for all of the junk we have Not to mention that it's not very pretty inside. Far from Better Homes and Closets; or whatever. Thus we do not entertain and haven't for at least the past ten or so years. It would be nice to have friends over for coffee, dinner, or even just a social call. We have a long way to go, however, but we are making progress. My son has already taken three very full pickup truck loads to the county landfill. Many more will be needed, I'm sure. I plan to make more entries here as things progress and, hopefully, it won't be over a period of more than two months. We shall see what we shall see.