Making even more changes

As I sit at my new desk in New Jersey, my thoughts drift to familiar  places and friends who no longer live nearby.  After more than 20 years in Texas, I sold my house and moved east to be closer to one of my sons and the rest of my family.   I am now a functional grandmother, spending time and resources with the next generation and plan to visit extended family over the holidays.  It’s nice.

Having spent many years helping senior citizens cope with isolation and chronic health issues, I reached an age when it was time to move closer to extended family.  My 75th birthday was a milestone not to be ignored.  Many of the seniors I have worked with waited too long to make this move:  they eventually became frail and needed help to manage their affairs.  Their families were distant and frequently squabbled over decisions regarding the elder’s welfare.  Still healthy, I want to make these decisions myself and invest in my family directly with the time I was not able to share for many years so far away.  So here I am.  It’s the right place to be.   But to say “I miss my good friends” would be an understatement.

I’m settled in my new place:  it’s time to start writing again.  Seriously.