It’s a night not unlike any other…except that I’ve been packing and moving for a week. Because the garage has been my storage unit, over the months I brought my belongings into the home and made it my own. And now, the story ends. When I told the landlord that I would be moving out at the end of October, I had 3 potential places in mind to move to, all of them in The Villages. He was able to rent the home nearly immediately, but my dream of moving into another Villages property has nearly died.
I say nearly because there is a chance that a hot thermal fog, carpet cleaning and new A/C filters will clean up the environment of the home I had hoped to move into…While I knew that there was smoking allowed in the garage, I didn’t know the extent of the residue in the main part of the home. Over the years I’ve become increasingly sensitive to smoke, and now, it takes less than 5 minutes for the headache to begin.
As for my current dream…the Sandhill Cranes are still a daily visitor, the Moorhen family is down to just 4 and they are also daily vistors…yesterday I saw 5 of the gators, it was the first time in weeks that I had seen more than 1…with the overgrowth, they have been difficult to find. And there hasn’t been any heavy rains, which is how I usually could find all of them…the water would fill so high that it hid the grass and the gators could easily be seen swimming around. Haven’t seen the big gator in months…
Same with the owl…haven’t seen it, haven’t heard the baby either. There was a hawk flying in the area the last two days…haven’t seen the black snake since the gators killed that snake months ago…guess it was the same snake after all.
Haven’t seen the long Sandhill Crane either…hopeful that the other one was just out of my vision…and that there are still 2 pairs of the birds.
I am ready to go, I’ve been preparing myself since July 14 when, as I’ve mentioned before, life as I have known it to be, ceased to be. I’ve rarely made it to the square to dance, I never participated in any Villages activity requiring my Villages ID, except for a couple of visits to the movies, and three visits to Katie Belle’s. I doubt I’ll even get to ride in the golf cart one last time, there is still a lot of my stuff to get into storage before I have to drive the Jeep back to the mechanic who fixed the transmission. It’s leaking. A lot. Just means leaving a day earlier than expected.
I don’t know where I’ll be living, but I have just over a week to find something here in The Villages…otherwise…
Don’t want to think about it right now. Tired from moving all day…and have a lot to get done tomorrow.
I’ve loved it here. I will miss this house, the view, my neighbors.
Another memory to add to my life.
