It has taken too long for me to write a post, I think I was more exhausted than I thought. Everything happened so fast when Barry was discharged. The house had a contract on it, the pipe ruptured in the ceiling the day before the closing, and my family decided to blow a fuse. Life goes on.

The closing date went through on the house. The flood was cleaned up and floors replaced. We almost regretted selling the house, but apartment life was in our future. I will admit to not feeling well through the move. I just put it off to depression. I will admit I miss taking care the yard. I will never forget one of our resident’s comment as she looked over the backyard and our garden of dandelions. She squealed as she looked at the yard and said, “Who planted all the beautiful flowers? I just want to pick them!” She was not happy with me as I tried to keep her from picking the weeds. Such a shame.

After about a year of moving around, we settled on a nice apartment. The neighbors are friendly. Our dog is adjusting, just as we are. From our house to a one bedroom apartment is an enormous difference. I have a few house plants I plan to try out. Do not want to lose my green thumb.