Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I'm feeling the tug at both ends

We just returned from a wonderful visit with our grown children and grandchildren in North Carolina. Not only did we love the moments of cuddling and stories to be read, we were treated to seeing a concert, a trip to the best life and science museum, and time spent with the southern part of family. And so the tugging at my heart strings becomes stronger.

We've talked a lot about moving to North Carolina. We've looked at many wonderful condos, and look forward to the time that we can pull up stakes in snowy NY and enjoy the milder southern winters. We hope to be able to free ourselves of some of the tedious homeowner tasks and enjoy living in a newer place with amenities on site. Of course, being able to spend quality time with our adult children and those wonderful grandsons makes the move even more inviting.

The caveat to the whole plan is the senior part of our family. The elders don't want to be moved far from the place they've lived for their whole lives, even if it does mean that they would be able to see the youngest members of the family so much more often. Additionally, the process for moving them is a complicated--needing precise timing when rooms become available and the annoyance of reapplying for Medicaid in a new state. So, what to do?

I feel compelled to give the elders what they need for as long as they need it. I also feel torn because I could become a lot older while giving them what they need. Right now, we are capable of moving, and actually look forward to the new adventure. Who knows how those things can change? If I could, I'd move within the next 6 months, yet I don't think that will happen. I am being tugged by the feelings of commitment, and my own yearnings. It should be interesting to see where I end up.