While biding time at an airport, I talked to a lady who was on her way to her second home–a lovely sounding country place in Rhode Island, near the coast. She inherited the house from her mother, and she has many relatives living on the East Coast. She loves that home, but she also loves her cozy house in a Kansas City suburb. She worked for thirty years at Hallmark Cards in Kansas City and has many friends there, too. There’s a problem. It’s difficult to keep up two large houses when one is single and getting no younger. To sell or not to sell, which to sell, how to decide–those are the mysteries she’s dealing with on her multiple journeys back and forth.
My loquacious new acquaintance told me about her neighbor in Kansas City, an octogenarian who acts as the mother figure among her neighbors. She bakes brownies for them, pet-sits their animals when they travel, keeps watch on their houses, and gives both a listening ear and experienced advice when needed. The lady lives alone in a large house and takes care of herself, and I’m sure she has plenty of people who make sure she will have help when she needs it, too.
Two stories, two journeys, two people who are in the process of solving their retirement mysteries in their own unique ways.