For the first time in decades, I live in a new zip code. As I write this, I can’t remember what it is.
It isn’t just a new zip code. By joining the independent living section of a continuing care retirement community, I have signed up for a completely different way of life.
And now, one week into it, I feel a bit like a freshman in college. (Except for a few other refugees from our condemned building who live here, everyone is a stranger.) As expected, there are way more women than men. But people are welcoming, and for that I am grateful. This is my new permanent home because I have decided that moving again will not be an option
So let the fun begin!

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