My parents are movers and shakers. They are fully enjoying their retirement and their good fortune of good health allows them to travel and do pretty much whatever they want to do. Lucky them.
They hate the winters in New England. So during the colder months, they tend to travel either south to Florida, west to California to visit my youngest brother and his family or to different places in Europe.
Recently they've decided to relocate to Manhattan - sell the house and the car and become city dwellers. From a logistical point of view it makes sense. They enjoy the theatre and other city attractions. They wouldn't have to drive anywhere, which would give my Dad greater freedom to go and do as he pleases, since he's legally blind.
However, they have a beautiful house on the water. And there is a lot to be said about this. It's a stunning view and to wake up to that every day is not a bad way to spend your retirement.
At the moment, real estate sales are not booming, so though they put the house on the market, nothing is really happening, so it's provided my Mother an opportunity to second-guess her decision! Which she has a right to do! But in the meantime, she has other things to think of.
There is still the issue of where to spend the winter months! An advertisement for low rates to Israel prompted them to consider going for a 2 week visit in December, which has now turned into a 5 month relocation to the Holy Land starting in November!
They've rented a place in Jerusalem, booked their flights and have promised me that they'll be home for Pesach!
Though I'm thrilled for them and their ability to go plus thrilled for my older younger brother David and his family to have the opportunity to have them relatively close by for a chunk of time, it's a little sad for me to know that they won't be 20 minutes away from me for that period of time.
I've been spoiled (or abused - depending on how you look at it!) having them close by for my entire adult life - having never lived more than 12 miles from them in that time. It comes with some chores (watering plants, checking on the house, etc...) when they travel, but for the most part, I like having the luxury of being able to stop in when I want or to make plans for a spontaneous dinner date.
Recently I've noticed that I haven't been seeing them that much. The weekends seem to be endlessly full of things to do. They've made an effort to come to Sophie's swimming lessons on Sunday afternoons, so I see them there, which is great for me, them & Sophie.
I pretty much talk to them daily and I'll just have to get used to a new method of communication - e-mailing and/or using Skype - to keep in touch, once they leave for their haitus!
So, as my brother counts down the days to their arrival to Isreal with great anticipation, I realize that that countdown applies to me, as well, and how many days I have to spend with them before they leave and that I'd better get busy enjoying them while I can. Roughly 22 days... <sigh>
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