A forty-one foot Alfa See Ya sits in the driveway awaiting take off.
Ric has had to get medical clearance after two heart attacks and triple bypass surgery in the spring. He has also had to get special licensing to drive our new soon to be home.
We have purchased a mobility scooter for yours truly, which will be mounted on a rack behind the RV, along with his bicycle.
The homemaker was here today helping me sort through cupboards and pack up the essentials.
It’s an exciting time, and also scary.
“What if something happens to Ric?” my family all ask.
“Are you going to be able to handle it? ” everyone (including myself) questions me.
“Won’t you miss the grandchildren?”
Worst of all, my ninety-year-old mother’s health is failing. “Are you leaving me?” she asks pitifully.
But isn’t this how life works? Don’t we all have to face the fire when initiating change – purposeful change?
Ric and I did not come to this decision lightly. Inundated with setback after setback, we are no longer willing to sit back and wait for the next.
Maybe we are inviting more trouble. Or, maybe, just maybe, we are turning a corner that will bring wondrous adventure and new life.
We’ll never know until we try.
In the meantime, the preparations are mighty.
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.