Roomies

This Is It When we first settled into our retirement home here in San Diego, the others noticed me gazing out the slider one day with a contemplating and thoughtful look on my face. “What’s wrong?” they asked. The sense of foreverness was not exactly “wrong,” but it was something that I realized, as I told them. This was it. This was our final stop. We may have several more years to live. We may visit places. We may do things. But this was where we would spend the rest of our lives: in this house. It was sort of like stepping into the waiting room at Death’s office. We would have a long wait before Death would call us into its home for all eternity, but this was still it, our final destination as far as where we would live. It was something about which I definitely had mixed emotions. I was glad to be settled in a place we all seemed to really enjoy, but there was still a sense of sadness in knowing that this was it. There would be no more discussion of where we might retire. There would be no further research on various locations. This was it. This is forever.