by Jackie King
A couple of years ago, I decided to sell my 4-bedroom house and get myself settled into a cozy writing nest where I could age in place. The plan was that I would have nothing to worry about except writing, which I love. (Well, love/hate, but that’s a different essay.)
The first step was to find the right nesting place. After visiting several different facilities, I chose Woodland Terrace, in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Tulsa has been my home since I was in my twenties.
I looked at a number of different apartments and floor plans. Nothing in my price range seemed just right. However, the last place I perused seemed to reach out and wrap invisible arms around me. This pad was on the third floor, close to the exercise room, and best of all, the large window looked out into the tops of gorgeous oak trees. It was May, and I looked into a green wonderland filled with squirrels and birds. I was in love.
Just gazing into the lush growth of green leaves, transports me to to a lakeside in the country. I have taken pictures of my trees in every season and I love each change.
Downsizing and moving was a nightmare, which I would have never survived if not for my youngest daughter, Jennifer and my BFF, Judy Rosser. But with the help of those close to me, I made the change successfully and now spin my stories glancing out the window from time to time for inspiration.
Birds nest just outside my window and squirrels romp, leaping from branch to branch.
When I grow tired at my computer, I walk a few steps to my bedroom and lie down for a while. There I rethink my plot and characterization.
I love my life, and I love my new pad!