Requirements for New Residence
I've been thinking about where I would live if I sold the house. Well...more the kind of place I'd like to live.
I want to live somewhere warm. No snow. No ice. No sleet. No blizzards. No oil bills. No need for snow tires, or driving in first gear. Canes don't grip snow-covered or ice-covered ground well, and my legs are entirely too thick for me to wear boots. I'm tired of wearing low leather shoes for stomping through snowdrifts. I'm tired of cold that seeps into the bones and won't leave. I'm VERY tired of having to pay for snow shoveling. And I'm exceedingly tired of fighting snow and sleet and black ice, and walking and trying NOT to fall down.
I want to live in a place where there is no snow or ice or hail or ice storms EVER. I've lived with winter for forty-one years and I hate it. Enough, already.
I don't want to live in a place where you have to drive on major highways to get around. I want to be able to get to places by driving the back roads. I don't like highways. They give me panic attacks. So any major city in California would be out.
(Truthfully, I'm afraid of California. I don't want to live anyplace that has such a plethora of blonde beach bunnies. I know I'm homely. I don't want to reside anywhere where every other woman reminds me of that. I get enough of The Look here.)
I want to be able to live within easy driving distance of shops and drugstores.
I'd also like to be able to live in a place where restaurants are open all night and where everything in the neighborhood doesn't close at eight or nine p.m.
I want GOOD libraries and bookstores.
I want to live in a state that goes easy on epileptics driving. If I move, I'll probably have to be tested to see if I'm still a controlled epileptic--no seizures for X number of years. I'd rather not lose my driver's license. It's the only way I have of getting around.
I want to live someplace where prices and taxes are lower than they are here.
I want to live in a house without stairs. I can't go down them frontways most of the time--the backs of my legs hit the back of the stairs, and that hurts, oh, GOD, how it hurts. And it's no fun having to walk downstairs backward, let me tell you. I don't want front steps, interior stairs, back steps, cellar steps, attic steps.
I want a house that has a washer and dryer in the house and not in the cellar.
I don't want any fancy light fixtures in the ceiling that I can't open or unscrew if a light happens to burn out.
I want a couple of bedrooms--one for me, one for guests. And one queen-sized bed, at least. Maybe a king-sized one. Twin beds suck rocks.
I want to live on a side street. Trying to back a car out of a driveway onto a main drag is just plain murder.
One and a half baths. And no leaks.
Does this sound reasonable? I hope it does.
I want to live somewhere warm. No snow. No ice. No sleet. No blizzards. No oil bills. No need for snow tires, or driving in first gear. Canes don't grip snow-covered or ice-covered ground well, and my legs are entirely too thick for me to wear boots. I'm tired of wearing low leather shoes for stomping through snowdrifts. I'm tired of cold that seeps into the bones and won't leave. I'm VERY tired of having to pay for snow shoveling. And I'm exceedingly tired of fighting snow and sleet and black ice, and walking and trying NOT to fall down.
I want to live in a place where there is no snow or ice or hail or ice storms EVER. I've lived with winter for forty-one years and I hate it. Enough, already.
I don't want to live in a place where you have to drive on major highways to get around. I want to be able to get to places by driving the back roads. I don't like highways. They give me panic attacks. So any major city in California would be out.
(Truthfully, I'm afraid of California. I don't want to live anyplace that has such a plethora of blonde beach bunnies. I know I'm homely. I don't want to reside anywhere where every other woman reminds me of that. I get enough of The Look here.)
I want to be able to live within easy driving distance of shops and drugstores.
I'd also like to be able to live in a place where restaurants are open all night and where everything in the neighborhood doesn't close at eight or nine p.m.
I want GOOD libraries and bookstores.
I want to live in a state that goes easy on epileptics driving. If I move, I'll probably have to be tested to see if I'm still a controlled epileptic--no seizures for X number of years. I'd rather not lose my driver's license. It's the only way I have of getting around.
I want to live someplace where prices and taxes are lower than they are here.
I want to live in a house without stairs. I can't go down them frontways most of the time--the backs of my legs hit the back of the stairs, and that hurts, oh, GOD, how it hurts. And it's no fun having to walk downstairs backward, let me tell you. I don't want front steps, interior stairs, back steps, cellar steps, attic steps.
I want a house that has a washer and dryer in the house and not in the cellar.
I don't want any fancy light fixtures in the ceiling that I can't open or unscrew if a light happens to burn out.
I want a couple of bedrooms--one for me, one for guests. And one queen-sized bed, at least. Maybe a king-sized one. Twin beds suck rocks.
I want to live on a side street. Trying to back a car out of a driveway onto a main drag is just plain murder.
One and a half baths. And no leaks.
Does this sound reasonable? I hope it does.