This has been my mantra for the last couple of years. At first it was floating quietly in and out of consciousness. Gradually, as months of efforts toward downsizing wore on and health issues made themselves known, the question grew louder and my answer became clearer. But it is a many faceted answer.
About four years ago there was a shift in our neighbourhood. It had been gradually morphing for years but with only occasional obvious repercussions. Then new neighbours moved next door with a very aggressive and vocal dog. Our immediate surroundings changed overnight.
There were other things that we began to notice but the most obvious one that concerned us deeply as years moved on was increased social unrest and violence in town. Gradually I was intimidated to even go grocery shopping by myself due to the random incidents and confrontations. Shops closed, partly due to the effects of the Pandemic and partly due to social issues.
Gradually our quiet neighbourhood changed to one with younger people who wanted to live large…and loud. Parties, barking dogs and motorbikes became the norm.
And then both of us had health issues that were not going to ‘go away’. Both of us have diminished sight, both of us have had cancer and have the effects of treatment that lingers on tho the cancer is under control. Recently I have been diagnosed with Ataxia, a set of symptoms for which the cause is yet to be determined. My speech, balance and right hand are affected. The hand is the most worrying, which is why I haven’t written many blog posts lately. It takes me about twice as long to type something now as it used to. Not just that but nearly everything I do has been effected, chopping vegetables, pegging out washing, trimming my own fingernails, buttoning shirts, tying shoes, even using cutlery to eat. The most disappointing thing has been the effect it has had on my art work. I’m still trying to modify everything, buying new cutlery that is more user friendly, using my left hand more to assist with things etc. But also I have lost strength. This, despite daily exercise and activity. I still do my own house cleaning, but a little less often, admittedly. And taking more time to do everything means less time to write and fumble with the keyboard.
So to get back to the question above… We have been willing to give up 3/4 of our belongings. We are willing to give up our lovely home of 25 years in a place where daily wildlife encounters and natural beauty surround us, so that we can move to a smaller place, in a city, with more conveniences and health care resources and have the next chapter of our life be comfortable and easier.





I have not totally given up blog writing, but depending the trajectory of health issues I might have to. I might have to give this up to have more time to paint (if that is still possible) and more time to enjoy the pleasures of city living in a prime location with nearly everything in walking distance. We move at the end of August but our apartment won’t be finished for occupation until October. Meanwhile we will be house-sitting for good friends near the beach in Adelaide. It’s a very welcome move and everything has fallen into place like magic, which is always a good sign for a new dream. We have high hopes for some good years ahead of us.
We have lived our dream for over 40 years and now we have a new dream.



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