Anyway, I've moved to my daughter's house to live. In many ways, it's great. I have internet access, phone, a fridge and a washer - none of which I had at my old place. I also get to live with two of three wonderful grandkids and see them every day. My daughter and I get along great.
But I have to admit to missing my little old beaten up shed come house and the personal space and privacy I had there.
I know I'll adapt. I always do but I can't help a small feeling of sadness for my little home where my closest neighbors were horses and the occasional kangaroo.