Yes, after much discussion with me, myself and I, and my psychologist, I am moving to Seacrest Village. It is a facility that is about 15 to 20 minutes from here. The reviews that I get are really quite good. It is primarily Jewish. That means that I will not have to seek out Sabbath Services when I wish to go. Rides will be easy for me to obtain. I will celebrate our holydays in comfort and ease. The food is kosher (not an issue for me), but I have eaten there, the food is good, there are always choices. I will go on January 4th. I am finding that in the years since Erv died, loneliness has found me time and time again. Recently I find myself reaching for his hand and feeling it in mine. The folks who are my neighbors and my friends are very good to me, but they have lives to live; living alone is no longer the answer for me. I am not going to Seacrest in search of a partner. At almost 94 years of age, how foolish that would be. I am moving because I am tired of meal planning. I am tired of “handling” my life by myself. My friends and neighbors are good to me. They are always ready to chat, to help, to lend a helping or cautionary hand. I am aware of the fact that these same friends and neighbors have lives of their own to live. I hope I will continue to see them and enjoy their company. They have always been here for me. I need a more protected environment. I am afraid that if I continue living in the house alone, I will stop eating properly and will begin to suffer. When my time to go arrives, I want to do it right: no suffering, no whining, no burden to anyone. At Seacrest there will be a nurse on duty around the clock. I will have transportation to my doctor. The prospect of moving takes me on a roller coaster ride. As always there are good days and bad days. I do not want to leave this piece of heaven that we all enjoy. For everyone’s sake, I must. The last time I faced going away into a milieux that was unfamiliar, I went to college far from home. I did the whole four years! And came out in one piece. This time there is no timing and no certainties except for one: I will make it at Seacrest because I am not going to move again!!!
And so I have moved into Seacrest and left El Paseo Drive in San Marcos behind me. I am still excited about the move, I have been here one week. I find that I have made friends, a few. I find that the food is good, if not great, I find that I am surrounded by friendly people. The few who are unfriendly have many burdens. I made a good decision. I am surrounded by possessions that I love and i hear from people whom I love and I am learning my way. I did a good thing when I turned my meal planning, housekeeping over. And new friends are always an exciting prospect. This is the last stop, I am in good hands.
I DID IT!!! December 23, 2015
ReplyDeleteYes, after much discussion with me, myself and I, and my psychologist, I am moving to Seacrest Village. It is a facility that is about 15 to 20 minutes from here. The reviews that I get are really quite good. It is primarily Jewish. That means that I will not have to seek out Sabbath Services when I wish to go. Rides will be easy for me to obtain. I will celebrate our holydays in comfort and ease. The food is kosher (not an issue for me), but I have eaten there, the food is good, there are always choices. I will go on January 4th.
I am finding that in the years since Erv died, loneliness has found me time and time again. Recently I find myself reaching for his hand and feeling it in mine. The folks who are my neighbors and my friends are very good to me, but they have lives to live; living alone is no longer the answer for me. I am not going to Seacrest in search of a partner. At almost 94 years of age, how foolish that would be.
I am moving because I am tired of meal planning. I am tired of “handling” my life by myself. My friends and neighbors are good to me. They are always ready to chat, to help, to lend a helping or cautionary hand. I am aware of the fact that these same friends and neighbors have lives of their own to live. I hope I will continue to see them and enjoy their company. They have always been here for me. I need a more protected environment. I am afraid that if I continue living in the house alone, I will stop eating properly and will begin to suffer. When my time to go arrives, I want to do it right: no suffering, no whining, no burden to anyone. At Seacrest there will be a nurse on duty around the clock. I will have transportation to my doctor.
The prospect of moving takes me on a roller coaster ride. As always there are good days and bad days. I do not want to leave this piece of heaven that we all enjoy. For everyone’s sake, I must. The last time I faced going away into a milieux that was unfamiliar, I went to college far from home. I did the whole four years! And came out in one piece. This time there is no timing and no certainties except for one: I will make it at Seacrest because I am not going to move again!!!
And so I have moved into Seacrest and left El Paseo Drive in San Marcos behind me. I am still excited about the move, I have been here one week. I find that I have made friends, a few. I find that the food is good, if not great, I find that I am surrounded by friendly people. The few who are unfriendly have many burdens. I made a good decision. I am surrounded by possessions that I love and i hear from people whom I love and I am learning my way. I did a good thing when I turned my meal planning, housekeeping over. And new friends are always an exciting prospect. This is the last stop, I am in good hands.
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