Remember When…

My dads words come to mine. “How many room can you live in at one time?”

My parents would be glad to see that their message of contentment got through to me. Thanks dear ones. I love them more every day and with each fond memory of their wise words.

When I was young and just starting out, I got that first apartment and savored the freedom of finally being on my own. Then the dreaming and striving turned to ward getting a house. It was all so “right” as the family grew and our needs changed over the years.

About the time age 40 came around, if your like me, you almost thought that you and your peers were sort of running the word. That “illusion” was in place for a very short time and before you could blink, it seemed like all the kids were gown and gone. Maybe they moved far away or it may have been you and your spouse that moved far away.

No matter where the house is located, it may have become a large storage box with three bedrooms, a basement, attic and three car garage full of accumulated belongings that have long since lost a place or a use in everyday life.

My dads words come to mine. “How many rooms can you live in at one time?”

I for one started thinking about how much freedom and time I had back in the beginning when that first apartment was the place I called home. A few rooms with the items that I was really using and enjoyed looking at every day. Only the cloths I really wore and a kitchen that was just right for my needs.

Now as a senior “boomer” with lots of living to look forward to, I’m right back there again by choice. My parents would be glad to see that their message of contentment got through to me. Thanks dear ones. I love them more every day and with each fond memory of their wise words.

Make your future a move back to the way it was at the beginning. It’s a good place to be.

Marion Lorence
Glendale Place, Resident Manager
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