Three Year Anniversary

It’s been three years since we moved from Capitol Hill to northern Virginia. Two plus of those years have been spent living in a pandemic - which took the joy out of our new place. We were looking forward to traveling every few months - to the Midwest and also to visit our family in central Virginia. Rather, we have and remain cooped up in our 1000 square foot condo, except for a morning walk and a weekly drive in to town. We are glad that we moved out of DC because it would have been difficult living there these last few years. It’s hard enough living there when things are going well. It would have been so much worse living there now. Would we have moved to a condo if we knew a pandemic would happen? I’m not so sure. We certainly looked at so many options before we settled here - even in Florida. At least here we have a parking space in an underground garage, a small balcony, and a clean environment close to essential services. We don’t really know our neighbors yet for obvious reasons. Our place still doesn’t feel like “home.” We just haven’t felt like putting in the final touches for so many reasons. I have a lot of ideas to make it ideal, but so many things have changed since we moved. Things just feel unsettled - or maybe I just feel unsettled. This should be a time for celebration. Retirement, doing the things we wanted to do without thinking much about it…. I feel more uncomfortable now than I ever did. That’s just not how it’s supposed to be.