Isn't it the truth that the urge to have adventures get less and less as one ages? This is how I've been feeling for the last while. Why would I want to go far from the doctor, dentist, massage therapist, acupuncturist, podiatrist and whoever else services my aging body? Sorry bod, I hate to make you sound like a deteriorating auto body but isn't it the truth?
Even when my only daughter moved first to the Seattle and then to the northern part of the west coast of Canada, I looked at the absence around me as an opportunity to explore my avenues without having the family around. Of course, I made trips to Seattle and trips to the Sunshine Coast. Sometimes I would ponder on what it would be like to move to these parts and begin a new life there. I even stayed long and in my own living quarters. I mingled with the locals and participated in activities just so I could get the feel of how it would be to live there. Well, I never did get it, so to speak! I'd arrive back in my own home decision-less with an acquired sense of longing for my family, especially two little rambunctious grandsons. I'd also arrive home knowing that while I lived this life sans family, there was a growing awareness for me that the young family on the coast was struggling and would benefit from having a parent around. They were neither affluent or eager to let others (other than family) raise their children so, it appeared that they rarely got baby sitters and tended to socialize with their friends separately so that one parent could stay home with the children. My radar (a sensitive one) became alerted to the fact that they could use a family member in the vicinity to help with child care and just to be an influence on their children. A good one, I hoped! :)
So, this is how I arrived at the decision to move to the Sunshine Coast for one year. I would rent out my house, get a property manager to oversee issues pertaining to the homestead here and then, I would begin my adventure. Of course, it all sounded very easy until I began to consider the enormity of such an act. Me? I could manage all this in my sixtyplus years. Oh, if I didn't mention, I live alone and manage my affairs solo. So, looking around at this modest, still three bedroom home, stacked to the hilt with possessions, how on earth would it trannpire? Slowly, I told myself. Slowly, it would all come together. This is the confidence and faith that I am working with and towards. With the help of grace from God and his co-workers, I feel that I shall move forward and let it all happen. So, let's say that now, I'm being less overwhelmed and more excited. After all, adventures at my age are few and far between. If I don't take the step to make it happen, I doubt anyone else will. So, ADVENTURE, let's join hands and begin :)
