Not my house but I could live 'write' there.

One year ago today my husband and I downsized, half the house, one quarter the land. What we have is still too big, still too much to mow, but perfect considering the size of our family. It’s just the two of us, plus a little wiener of a dog, but when the kids, and their kids show up, what we have suits us fine.

We will eventually have to whittle down the space again. I am hoping, that when that happens, it will be a choice and not a forced quick carving up of what’s placed on our plates, like illness or the death of one of us.

 

In two weeks I am retiring from my 9 to 5, into what is commonly called semi-retirement. I’m still working but less hours. It’s like before and after getting a driver’s license, before and after graduation, marriage, children and their licenses, graduations, marriage and children. One of those life events redefining life.  Very exciting.

All this downsizing, as I ramp up writing, means the house won’t be any cleaner and I won’t be cooking more. Less time on my feet and more time on my ass, (close to fridge), means…well you know what that means.

I will fight to finish my projects and not expand my pants-size.

What was your last life event?