After 10 1/2 years in my (now not so) idyllic, bayside hideaway, I am pulling up stumps and going.
Partly out of boredom, partly because friends and relatives who used to live here are now dead or moved away, partly because of a changing and coarsening local demographic – for all these reasons, I have decided It's Time (now there's a famous catchphrase!).
I will be technically in the country, though it is not really far from the city. An easy train ride, really. But in terms of atmosphere and community, a million miles from where I currently live. Also, and most important of all, I have some relatives and friends there.
I have a new residence picked out. However, as anyone in a wheelchair will testify, moving is not a simple business for us wheelies. One must install ramps. A few doorways will need widening. Above all else, bathrooms need major surgery. Standard bathrooms are not built for wheelchairs, and a wheelchair-accessible shower means a Major Bathroom Renovation. Not to mention installing an electronic, touchpad-only front door for simple access.
Oh dear, the life of a wheelie wanting to move is not simple. I have lived in four or five different houses/apartments over the years, and without exception, I have had to tear every bathroom apart and rebuild it virtually from scratch.
So, I have much fun (!) ahead of me.
Naturally, all this rebuilding is going to take time. So I won't be in the new place for several months yet.
So, if my posts on this page become erratic and few over the next two or three months, be patient. I have not given up blogging, I will merely be absorbed in the million minutiae of moving house.
Wish me luck.