Maybe it’s being 80-something, but adjusting to living in a continuing care community that is far from familiar surroundings is harder than I thought it would be.
The apartment is now “mine”. My art is on the walls, and my furniture is arranged to suit me. I will soon have pots and pans that can be used on my unit’s induction cook top, and I plan to become accustomed to using it.
Instead of the often-frustrating search for a Harvard Square parking space, I have a designated spot in the heated garage under my building. The food served in the dining room is surprisingly tasty. All good news.
Although still the new kid on the block, this new kid feels welcomed.

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