My aunt once announced that Perk and I had to quit moving because she had run out of space for us in her address book. When I calculated the number of places we have lived over the course of our marriage, I realized that we averaged a move every three-four years – sometimes to a new city, sometimes to a new place in the old city. I started keeping an inventory of our worldly goods, so that we could divest ourselves of them more easily with each move. We’ve pared down considerably.
When we were moving from Minneapolis, I measured my bookshelves in the new DC condo and made tough choices; as an English teacher, I had collected books for decades. Our son carted boxes of cherished volumes to the used book store until the manager cried, “That’s enough! We can’t take any more!” My son sorrowfully choked, “But I don’t know what to do with all of these. My parents aren’t with me anymore.” Assuming that we had moved on to that great Barnes and Noble in the sky, the manager relented and took all 3,000 (yes, three THOUSAND!) books.
Where in the World?
This next relocation, however, is disconcerting because we have no parameters for our decision-making. Being retired, we do not need to worry about the commute time to the office, the quality of the schools, or even the city we live in. We only need to think about where we want to go, and it’s a big world out there!
As a Type-A Virgo, I had to invent some boundaries for myself. We began by thinking about what we wanted in a new location:
- A destination place We are gregarious, accustomed to lots of house guests. Apparently our delightful presence is not enough of a draw, because NO ONE accepts our invitations to come to Houston. As my friend Ann Flanagan said, “Once you’ve seen the zoo and the beer can house, what else is there to do?”
Beer Can House
- No snow We lived in Minneapolis, Chicago and sometimes snowy DC for most of our lives. I’ve learned how much more room you have in the trunk of your car when you don’t have to carry bags of sand, snow brushes and jumper cables. I rarely complain about the rain in Houston … I don’t have to shovel it!
- Clean beaches I love sitting in the sun and smelling the salt water, wading in the surf and feeling the sand slip from beneath my toes. I don’t want to know what could be slipping from beneath my toes on the shores of the Potomac or on the red tide beaches of Bolivar Peninsula!
- Things to do We like street fairs and open air concerts, science museums, funky art galleries, baseball games and people-watching. We like to be outside, dressed in casual clothes and munching goodies purchased from sidewalk vendors.
After we considered the above four bullets, we still had too many options – California, the Carolinas, a Caribbean Island? We added criteria:
- Affordable
- Healthy lifestyles
- Friends to show us around
We were making progress, but decided that we needed input from the most important people in our lives.
Gulf Coast Sunset
Yes, we consulted our grandchildren. Where did they want us to live? Where would they like to visit us? I loved that their first response was “Paris”, but it’s too expensive for many visitors, snow sometimes clogs the Champs Elysees, the Seine is not for wading. Their next choice was inevitable …
…and so we’re off to Florida. It’s a Small World after all!
Cyndee Perkins 