I’m too Old to Move Myself

Back in our younger days, especially in our 20’s, when we moved we asked a bunch of buddies to help. We found the one guy with a pickup truck. We offered beer and pizza to our friends.   It worked out pretty well, and the move would take place without incident. Over time, we owned or rented several places, and with every move, we employed some version of that approach with success. 

I can’t do that now.  I recently had a bit of a life change with injuries involving my hands and arms.  Not only can I not lift objects, I can no longer type or use a mouse for more than a few minutes. Four surgeries were attempted to correct the issues, but there has been no progress. As a computer system administrator that sort of killed my career. It also makes me take a new look on life. I am fortunate to have a partner that works and can provide a life and insurance for both of us.

So, with the Coronavirus raging in our region of the country, we face a new challenge. We are moving again.  We are not moving because of the virus, that news came after we decided to move. We are moving because we need to be closer to our family and Dan’s work. Timing is bad, to say the least.

It’s a new chapter in our life, and I am looking forward to it. Getting out of the city and being on the Raritan Bay in a very quiet community is something we need at this point in our lives. We have a train station up the street and we will have easy access to New York, once the virus situation resolves.  As time progresses,  I hope  to find some different work.

We will move next week, and I hope the guys moving us know how much we appreciate them. It will not be our friends from our 20’s. We are too old for that now.  And of course we will wear protection as will they.  Maybe this is all a part of the new normal. 

Of course we don’t yet know what the new normal will be.   Maybe we don’t shake hands ever again?  Maybe we are kinder to each other. Maybe we can get back to being civilized with each other. Just maybe.  I may be too old to move myself, but I’m not too old to adapt to the new normal, whatever it is.