Nightmare of Moving to New Living Space.
From too much room to too little.
I lost the lettuce.
The move was a shock. Moving a life and a lifestyle in June of 2020 — just my husband and me and two small dogs. How could we know it would be such a nightmare?
With a bag of groceries and a potted plant in hand, I had opened the door to a townhouse in Chapel Hill NC, having left a large house on 20 acres of fields, trees, flowers, tomato plants, basil, sage, and fenced areas for our dogs to run wild and free.
Our new home is a wonderful townhouse, near a public park with trails and a creek and trees and folks walking their dogs, or walking or running or biking without their dogs, staying in shape in the fresh air, mask in place. Starbucks and Trader Joe’s within walking distance! (It used to take us an hour to get anywhere.)
It’s one of six townhouses on a secluded court, a total of seven cars in the parking area — a wooded development, with pockets of townhouses surrounded by trees and bushes tended by the HOA contractors. The dumpsters and recycle bins are across the street along with the mailboxes. During the worst of the pandemic shutdown, there were no buses on the streets, seldom any traffic at all. The neighbors were quiet; they appeared to be in our age range. It was a dream location for…
