From a four bedroom ranch house to a two bedroom apartment.  From countrified suburbia replete with deer, wild turkeys and the occasional bear, to a two bedroom rental apartment in a sleek four story structure across state lines.

Despite the joy of living now within walking distance of daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren,  I thought I would be sad—to leave the screened-in porch and the woods within a stone’s throw.  Maybe I will, come spring.  But not at the moment.  For now, I am surprisingly content.  Although this building features a small gym on the ground floor, I’ve been walking outdoors instead. How odd that for all the years before retirement and even after, I used the treadmill in our basement. And now, suddenly, I want to walk outside along the relatively busy street lined by shops and restaurants, a gas station, two banks, the town hall, a football field. How strange that I am enjoying the activity—people waiting at the bus stop in the chill morning air, children on their way to school.  Cars and trucks, a railroad crossing, a small bridge over a muddy stream.

It took no time to adjust. Thirty years in that house and I do not long for the space. So lovely to be a three minute drive from family.  To serve as the regular grandparent Uber upon request.  No shovelling snow, no raking leaves.

A smaller, easier, more manageable dwelling.

A new lifestyle.

A new outlook.

The upside of downsizing.

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Anna Gotlieb
Anna Gotlieb is the author of four books: Between the Lines, In Other Words, Full Circle. and Pinkey’s. She spends a few minutes each day collecting her thoughts. Sometimes she shares them with others.

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