I've been really happy since October, when I moved to an apartment in a managed apartments complex in the town centre after Robby, my daughter's dog, died in August. It's small but comfortable and I feel really, really better off here than in the one I lived in before with all that hassle with the horror neighbour above me and the terrible landlady, who couldn't care less what was going on, and other stuff etc. Of course I had to let go of a lot of stuff, but nevertheless the few pieces of furniture I was able to take and other odds and ends have fitted in here quite harmoniously. I live on the top floor, but there's a lift, so don't have to bother with stairs. There are a couple of perks that goes with living here, such as a window cleaner every three months, rubbish collected from my front door twice weekly, free visits to the swimming baths just across the road, weekly gymnastic group, coffee and cake get-together once a month etc. Shops, doctor, bus stop, pharmacies within a few steps walking distance. And there's the local duck pond just across with benches and greenery all round. So I'm so glad I made the wise decision to move to here at my advanced age, though still young enough to have organised everything myself. In a few years I don't think I could have managed it so well. And at 78 next month I still have a good chance of living here for another 10 years or even longer. We'll see.
