I haven’t written for a couple of weeks since I have been in the midst of the rather overwhelming process of buying a house. It’s been several months coming but I was not really certain that I was ready to take the plunge until I made the offer.
I went and signed Mom and I up for living the foreseeable future in a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with a rather nice patio. It’s something that I have been considering since I sold Mom’s house to have her come live with me. She has not been the biggest fan of the city apartment life though she has enjoyed some aspects, like when the St Patrick’s Day parade flowed by our windows a couple of months ago. She talked about that for days! But here we have street noise and not a spot of green out the windows and I question whether it’s the best place for a woman who lived most of her life in a comfortable house in the suburbs.
So, we are compromising between what I perceive to be her preferences and my own with a modest house on a cul de sac that is still central to the city. I will be able to bus to work and walk to a farmer’s market, hardware store and a couple of bookstores. Mom will be able to take walks around our neighborhood with me in the evening by trees and elegant houses… and possibly make it as far as one of the local ice cream shops. And we will be able to fix up the house a bit which should tap into her previous life as an interior designer. She already had comments on the house’s curtains so I know we are in for an adventure on house decorating!
Buying a house would be a big enough commitment under normal circumstances, but in this particular moment it feels all the more complicated. Is this really the right place for Mom to do the rest of her aging? I cannot know for sure, but it’s the best guess I have right now. So, I plopped my money down and committed.