My husband has no such attachment to the stake we claimed in this Jersey town 14 years ago. Now he throws around the “D” word— downsize—like it’s not a matter of if, but when.
And I worry that our children will miss out by not having this home to return to, even long after they’ve moved into apartments and houses of their own. Will a new place, a smaller and unfamiliar place without the memories and shared history, be enough to lure them back for visits and holiday meals? Will they grieve the loss of this wood and steel structure that anchors them to a distant youth. Wouldn’t I if my parents sold their home?
No Sick Days For Mom 