my mother has moved many times in her life, as have i.
i don’t know that it is so abnormal in today’s world to move that much… last time i counted, i’d live in 19 places and she has rented far more U-hauls than i.
We’re moving her this weekend to a place better suited for her social world… for her declining health and vision… for her sense of independence as she stops driving. As i looked out her window while unpacking and stopped to snap a pic, i thought…
this is likely her last move –
the last apartment that will be hers –
the last place where she will be autonomous-
It was sort of sad – and yet – i was glad that she was moving to a place where she could enjoy the view while she can see. Miles and miles of the city stretching out in front of her with slate roofs and cobblestone streets.
Getting older sucks… watching parents getting older sucks too.
The best i can do for mom is to let her “drive” her life as long as she has the ability and inclination to do so.
Arcade Fire’s “In the backseat”LYRICS: I like the peace
In the backseat
I don’t have to drive
I don’t have to speak
I can watch the countryside
And i can fall asleep
My family tree’s
Losing all its leaves
Crashing towards the driver’s seat
The lightning bolt made enough heat
To melt the street beneath your feet
In the night
I’ve been learning to drive
My whole life
My whole life
I’ve been learning