Moving Years

Between February 2010 and September 2011, in different locations determined by health and hospitals, we downsized, from a very large, 3 storey 3 bedroom house with very large garage, to a spacious 2 ½ bedroom flat with garage, to a 1 bedroom flat.  That downsize was a serious compromise, and soon upsized to a 2 bedroom flat.   

Downsizing is horribly traumatic work for a pair of born collectors who don’t understand the concept of  minimalism.   A huge amount of  furniture, books, tableware and “stuff” and books was given to charity organisations and others, and sent to auctions  – but it had to be done.  During all the moves except the last one my Other Half was too ill to participate or even care, or in hospital, and every move but the last was necessitated by his deteriorating condition.

Now, I think we are settled.  Our last move brought us into a lovely apartment, with lovely views that are always changing, always interesting, and which always bring a “Wow” from visitors.   Life is good again.  Life has adapted round the needs of OH and settled into a comfortable pattern, with occasional surprises and dramas to keep us on our toes.

Twelve years ago we watched these apartments being built and I said then that if we ever had to move, that is where I wanted to live, but that was just a dream, something unlikely ever to happen. 

But dreams do come true – that is where we are living now.  

Part of the view from our living room window:

Would you get tired of watch this - and more to the right and left?