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Haven't seen much on this, if this is the wrong place to post it or it is considered insensitive, let me know and I will delete. Sort of a maudlin note this evening.
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It has become apparent to me that it is time to make the major change I have been dreading. For years I have been living out in the boondocks by myself. Its pretty clear that cannot go on. I have a homestead that needs hands on which I am no longer truly capable. I am also 30 minutes from the nearest paramedics and hospital care. Negotiations are underway to sell it and its heartbreaking.
This place has been the longest term home I have ever had. It is where my wife and I found new joy, purpose, and happiness. It is also where she later died (breast cancer) with all of us gathered around her. Its where I built new relationships and fellowshiped with many new people. Tonight has the crispness only found in the desert. A rawness and reality you rarely see elsewhere. The coyotes are out and I think I spotted one of the cougars earlier. Leaving here is perhaps my greatest fear and heartbreak.
sinkingfeeling
(52,989 posts)wonder what will happen. My mother thinks I'll die and my dogs will eat me.
Nay
(12,051 posts)arrangements with the new owners to visit the place occasionally, to keep your spirits up? Is there a place nearby (a park, etc.) where you can return in order to get your desert fix? Do you have family or friends who would be able to drive you back there, just for rejuvenating visits?
It isn't maudlin to yearn after a place, to feel heartbreak over leaving a place you have loved; your memories are there, and its beauty affects your soul daily. Most of us nature lovers have such a place. My condolences to you, both on your condition and the necessity of selling your homestead.
Hassin Bin Sober
(26,691 posts)They both cried when they sold their little cottage in the woods.
They did it so the survivor wouldn't have to "go through it on their own" or "live out there all alone"
We just just buried the stepfather. He was 80 and she is 68.
We feel so much better about her being "in town" just blocks from the sisters (we are three hours away).
It turns out it was the right move.
I can only imagine how hard it must be for you but it seems like you know it's the right thing to do.