As this posts, we are on our way to our annual week on Cape Cod. The photo above, taken a few years ago, is one of the many breath-taking scenes right outside the door of the little home we have rented since I retired and we began visiting the Cape in the fall, rather than the summer. About two years ago, I wailed when it seemed that the landlords were no longer going to rent past September. They ultimately changed their minds, and this will be our 5th, and sadly, our final stay in this spot.
The owners have had their house, and its next-door neighbor, on the market for as long as we have stayed there. Alas - it has been sold and we are its last tenants. No sooner will will leave than the house will trade hands. I suspect that the scare a couple of years ago was good preparation for this day. But make no mistake, I wept tears when I found out.
While it's possible that the new owners will rent out, this location is already at the top of what we are willing to pay. I don't think that new owners are going to charge less. Next year, I have to trust that we will find another place to love.
So, I intend to drink in and savor every single moment, and try to not feel sad about it. I'm really going to try..........
I love your title quote as I love new adventures. Have fun and I am looking forward to when you post your pictures (and perhaps a story or two!).
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. We had a friend with an apartment in Myrtle Beach that we could stay in for free anytime we wanted to and after about 15 years he sold it this year. I took all of my friends up there many times and all of my immediate family used it. He said the worst part about selling it was not being able to let me and my friends and family enjoy it. I was so sad that another part of my life was gone.
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