Last Year at This Time

A year ago today, we had a home inspection on the house that I am now in. At the time, I was not planning to move here. I was planning to move into my townhouse which was vacant, and I was not that impressed with this house. Frank was buying it as an investment but he thought that it was better for me than the townhouse, which had a flight of stairs. And with my weak ankles and backaches, stairs were a problem.

Ultimately I decided to make this house my home. There were details to settle and changes to make, and I did not move in until the end of November. But on home inspection day, there were flowers blooming in the front yard and I took these pictures. The gentleman who previously owned the house was quite a gardener.

Moving is hard, and making a major life change is wrenching. Frank was supportive considering the circumstances. We agreed that we would help each other, which is important considering that we are aging.

Lynn and her friends helped me move. I rented a U-Haul. I didn't write much about it at the time, because it was painful and hard to explain. The funny thing is that I have made major life changes in September before, several times. It almost seems like September is the start of a new year, and not just for school children. 

The last picture shows the current state of the front yard. Flowers are still blooming. I pay a guy to mow the grass. There's still a lot to be done to this house, and I am constantly trying to decide whether the changes I desire are worth the price.