Two more of my friends have just made that seismic shift of moving on from the familiar, something I’ve written about before. A Change for the Better
Judi and her husband moved less than five miles, but left behind the house where they’d raised their son. Jean’s move took her from Western Massachusetts all the way to Martha’s Vineyard, a new start in a place that had already felt like home to her for years.
These women have never met. Judi is a retired high school language teacher from a large Italian family and is married to an Irishman with a wonderful “Bahstan” accent. Jean is single, grew up locally, but has lived all over the country, and is an accomplished writer of eighteen novels. http://www.jeanstone.com/books.htm
And yet they have more in common than just a friendship with me.
Judi’s roller coaster summer was filled with all the details of selling a house she’d lived in for over twenty years, and condensing her life down to a condo. They were lucky that their house sold quickly, and even luckier that they found the condo they were hoping for, but they ended up in residential limbo for two weeks. Fortunately, their son lived nearby and figured it might be bad form to have Mom and Dad sleeping on the sidewalk. Still, they were without a legal address.
Not a good time to lose your wallet, but that’s what happened to Judi. And even if by some complete miracle anyone turned in her wallet (a laughable idea in this day and age), there was no address to indicate her true location. So, to add to all the other delights of moving, she also spent an appreciable amount of time on the phone canceling cards and acquiring a new driver’s license.
One week after Judi's experience, Jean sold her condo here and packed up for the Vineyard, where she settled into her new digs. But only a week had gone by before Jean lost her purse somewhere in Edgartown, and of course it was chock-full of credit cards, keys, and glasses.
Miraculously, Judi’s wallet was found by some very honest employees of a dollar store and turned in to her former town’s police station, complete with credit cards and money.
Jean’s handbag was brought to her friends’ home – friends whose full names and address were nowhere in the purse – by a young couple who must have spent their evening in detective work rather than a romantic stroll on the beach.
It’s good to still be able to depend on the
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