For most of my life I have been a writer. From the day I could form words on paper (and some would claim it started long before that), I was creating stories, characters, and my own little world. As a writer, I have spent much of my time alone, both physically and emotionally. It’s the price that we pay for the job that we do.
So when I began to stumble around, forget a few things that I knew I should know, and fumble around in the kitchen, I had an idea that assisted living, or some other type of facility (if not the nuthouse) would be in my future. My daughter didn’t want to think about me having to move. She’d been very good to me through the years, especially after her mom passed away. She even told me that I could live with her and her husband, back in Oregon where I grew up.
No, I wouldn’t be a burden to her. Besides, Arizona is home for me now. I just couldn’t take the cold, damp, rainy endless months back in Oregon (or so my mind likes to remind me that’s how it was). I was going to spend the rest of my life out here in the land of almost no rain, 100-degree heat, and plenty of dry air.
The only question was where I would spend my days. I looked into various assisted living facilities and other options and decided that, as a writer facing the sunset of his life, it was time that I surrounded myself with other people. It had been a long time since I spent more than a passing afternoon with a group of friends. And I missed that.
While I was still honored with the privilege to drive, I visited various facilities throughout the Phoenix area. I found one that seemed to call to me, like the blank page on my computer screen (yes, I may be old but I still know how to use computers … I even have an iPad and an iPhone) and decided it was time.
Since I moved in here three months ago, my life has changed dramatically. I would never have imagined that my life could be so full every day. I’m still writing, but I’ve learned that sometimes life requires us to get out there and live and even though I’m 84, I still believe I have a ton of things to do.
Oh, and I’ve made some wonderful new friends. We keep joking with each other that if we wake up tomorrow and can’t remember one another, it’s just another opportunity to make more new friends. Yeah, I’d say assisted living is where I belong.
For more information about Pipestone Place Assisted Living in San Antonio, TX or to take a tour, call today (210) 718-0211.
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