I’m scheduling this on auto-post. By the time you read this, it will be moving day for E’s mom. For the last 3 years, she has been living 45 minutes away from us, in a duplex with steep stairs that she occasionally falls down, a difficult landlord who doesn’t believing in maintaining or fixing the property, and (for the last few months) a loud and seriously weird neighbor who’s been tapping her phone.
E’s mom is moving into a tiny single-family house with no stairs, that’s only 20 minutes away from us, and whose landlord believes in fixing up the property and who we already know is a good and responsible person because he also happens to be M’s Scout leader.
Anyone else in the sandwich generation can understand why we’re so excited about this move, despite all the logistical effort that E in particular has to put into making this happen.