When Tom asked me to move down to Virginia and live with him for a while in 2013, I arranged for a temporary place in Harrisonburg near JMU for June & July. That way we'd have two months to poke around the rental market. There were at the time, others who had a say in our choice. I said I didn't care except for two criteria, One, I wanted to be within a mile of public transportation. I haven't driven in years, unless you count nipping down to the Craigsville post office or over to the dump. My second request was that it not be a ranch house. I find them depressing. I can't tell you why, but I've never lived in one ..... until now. That's right we ended up moving into a ranch house twenty-nine miles from public transit on August, 2013.
Wha' happen???? I-a-no.
The only good thing that could be said for it as far as I was concerned was that Tom's commute to the correctional facility was nil.
Tom started talking about moving just after last Christmas and I was like a four-year old. When are we moving? Can we start looking? Well first decisions had to be made about where he wanted to go. Would he move to another facility altogether? Which one? Or would he stay at this one and we would move into Staunton?
Well decisions were finally made and I found something so fast Tom's head was spinning.
It's an old tavern in the historic distract called "Gospel Hill". It is 400 feet from a trolley stop. Staunton has a good public transit system considering you're deep in the southwest of Virginia. It's not Boston, but hey it beats having none! I will be less than half a mile from the Amtrak station - no more scheduling around Tom. The library is maybe three quarters of a mile - no more worrying about overdue books. And right up the street is - A CATHOLIC CHURCH!!!
Not to mention that the main thoroughfare, East Beverly Street, is full of shops and restaurants. There is a Shakespearean troup and a movie theater. It's a small movie theater, but the public transit system will drop at the front door of a big, new theater. There are supermarkets and little specialty markets.
But the apartment itself has me even without all the great things around it. It's old, it's got tall windows and high ceilings and wood floors and a long west facing front porch.
In the back you can see that they have closed in the wooden porches. That's where the kitchen, utility room, bathroom and second bedroom are. As with many old homes there have been renovations over the years that did it no favors, but being a little strange appeals to me. I like that it's not like any other house around.
There will be lots of cleaning to do, but so far there has been no sign of the mold I had to contend with out here in Craigsville. And as a special bonus, as near as I can figure the overall household budget (rent, utilities, etc.) will drop about $200. Thank you very much for this Christmas present Santa!