Friday we passed papers to sell our beautiful home in West Newbury. We are delighted that the new buyer, Nancy, is really excited about moving here and loves this place as much as we have for the last 10+ years. She has graciously allowed us to be tenants here for the next several months at a very reasonable rent, which should give us time to find a new place to live.
But now what? We are now squatters in our own home. What next? Where do we go from here? A house? A condo? A rental? We are now really free to consider many options, but it's kinda scary. What if we got a condo? Would I turn into a vegetable, transfixed on my computer all day, without any chores to do, no lawn to mow, no maintenance problems to address? I certainly hope not. I need something to wake up to in the morning and say yay, this is what I want to do today. What about an over-55 community? No kids, no joyous laughter during the day, just a bunch of grumpy old people. Yes, it might be quiet, which would be a plus, but I don't know about that. Gretchen loves young people, and I agree. Young people help to keep you young. I don't want to grow old(er) ungracefully. On the other hand, we don't want to end up next door to a bunch of teenagers with a loud stereo and boisterous parties either. I dunno.
What if we just rent? Then we would be free to travel the world and have time to look for the perfect place for us. We don't know what perfect is, but we certainly haven't seen anything close to it yet. Maybe we just put all our stuff into storage and stay with friends. (To all our friends: Don't panic, I'm just kidding. We won't stay long.)
On a health note, I had a CBC diff blood test done last week at my local PCP provider to check on my absolute neutrophil count (ANC), which was marginal on my last visit to the Farber. I have heard nothing back yet, which I interpret as good news, so I am continuing to take my daily Revlimid dose.