Homeless

Homeless.

We built and lived in the same home for exactly 50 years.  No one had to tell us it was time to downsize, at 80 years old we knew it.  We put our house on the market and sold it at full price in four days. The realtor told us that the house being 50 years was not its best feature.  It was on a 2 acre wooded lot and had location, location, location.  

 Great you say but then we had to move.  No sweat, we had an estate sale, gave a lot of stuff to the kids and put the rest in storage.  We planned to move to our winter home in Naples, Florida until our new apartment was to be ready in April. Great planning, right?  THEN ALONG CAME HURRICANE IRMA.  Our home in Naples had minimal damage but the neighborhood was devastated. No utilities, downed trees, and some wrecked homes that had to be removed.

Our ace in the hole was our mobile home at the lake.  We moved there hoping to ride it out until the mess in Naples was cleaned up.  Then the mobile home park owner shut off the utilities because it was “end of season”.  It was then that we realized WE WERE HOMELESS.  No sweat, we just packed our suitcases and reminded our daughter that we had fed and clothed her for over 20 years, even putting her through college and it was payback time.

We are in the process of finishing up all the doctor appointments and then we will be off for the sunshine state.  Come to think of it, this whole episode would make a good soap opera story or maybe even a movie.  Someone would have to figure out how to add some sex and violence and perhaps even a few walking dead zombies.  Until then !!!!