Without oversharing, I've made a huge change in my living situation. I sold my home of many years to a couple who wanted the house very much for themselves and their kids (understandable given how much I enjoyed raising my family there) and as a result, everything is in storage as I explore where I want to live next. I'm currently bunking with friends near where I grew up in Ohio and the local housing stock is surprisingly nice and affordable compared to the New York City metro area. I might be staying here a while (well the plan is 2 years) unless it's just too hard to imagine living anywhere else except near the Hudson River.
Hard to put in to words how it feels to have severed my connection to my home of 3 decades, the garden I loved and the many friends and memories made. Looking forward is the only option and one I hope will fuel me through this new chapter.
