LEAVING PHILLY

We found our house about a week ago. We must have looked at fifty houses, some in the Philly area originally, and eventually in Newark, Delaware. We listed all the things we wanted: very few steps; central air conditioning; gas or electric heat; etc. This house had almost everything we wanted. It's hard to believe we're leaving our house and Philadelphia after having lived in this house for thirty years and in Philly all our lives. It's cheaper to live in Delaware and it has the suburban atmosphere we would like to experience at least once. We've lived in noise and in the middle of activity forever with a high school across the street and neighbors all around us. We've been lucky to have had nice neighbors, but there's never been much privacy and never any quiet. It's crowded and busy here. The house in Newark is in a very small development with its own driveway, nestled in a wooded area. There are neighbors but they live at least twenty-five yards away. We may be overdrawn and eating hot dogs, but we'll be able to relax.
Right now, we're packing. I keep boxing up items Harry hasn't used to years only to find he needs them now. We have eighty-one boxes, chairs and tables in storage and our dining room is packed with boxes too. We're not done either. There are calls to be made and papers signed. This house is selling; at least we hope it is. I think we've fixed everything and the bathrooms and kitchen here are lovely. Nicer than we've seen anywhere else, including our new house. I'm looking forward to Newark, but for now, I'll enjoy taking baths in our beautiful bathroom.