This year, after living in a spacious two-bedroom, two-bath apartment on a gorgeous lake for six years, I have uprooted my life to downsize.
Downsize. This is a word that has harassed so many people in the past decade that it is not funny. From the Tsunami in Indonesia and the more recent one in Japan to the devastation of Hurricane Sandy in the Northeastern states of America, people have been forced to downsize. A meteor actually hit buildings in Russia!
Something is in the air, causing human beings to re-access the value the place on things. Ownership is overrated. You learn that when a fire wipes out your belongings or when you move and realize that most of the stuff you have is from another decade or, in my case, another century.
Staying positive and not wallowing in the sorrow of being displaced has been a real challenge. Thankfully, I have friends who prefer to see me smile than cry. They have been diligent about keeping me upbeat through this time of change. Likewise, my father, brother, son, and daughter have offered words of consolation, agreeing that it was time for me to unload the heavy burden of high rent!
Now, I’m rooming with a girlfriend, who needed my help almost as much as I needed hers. This is such a blessing.
So, although moving from my beautiful lake traumatized me, I’m ok and far better off than the thousands, no millions of people who have suffered from the forced downsizing, resulting from natural disasters over the past two decades.
Ever the Grateful Goddess,