I don't think we're in Kansas anymore...
It didn't take long, but soon the cats, Annie and I were all
happy and content with our surroundings. All five cats became
mellow and content like never before -- they had looked death in the
face and laughed (well, meowed) at it and could now face anything, as
long as it wasn't too big or made too much noise for them.
Unpacking was a chore, and along with the trip caused me to seek
chiropractic help again... but now my back is better than ever and
playing tennis three days a week (and swimming three times a day) seems
to keep it that way.
We're still in the process of making friends here, but it's also
clear that Legacy was the right choice for us. So many people have
been so kind and helpful that I can't imagine living elsewhere.
I've said it before and I'll say it again -- this was my last move
until I move six feet under and then I won't be taking too much stuff
with me (just a good suit). If and when I have to go to a
retirement home (the Real Kind, where porridge is served at least twice
a day) I probably won't understand it anyway. I've been blessed
with a beautiful and loving wife who made it through with me on an
incredible journey that ended with us well and truly home. Home is
a great place to be. There's no place like it.