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.
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| Looking outside my window in early Autumn |
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!
