I live in Baltimore and Stafford and Louisa now, and the way it’s looking, I will eventually end up in Charlottesville if I can get mental health care that’s as good as what I already have. I already use Brian’s lake house as a backup house when something is going wrong with my apartment, so I love the Louisa area. I just don’t know that I want to live in that small a town. We shall see what we shall see, but I love all the places that I live.
I am priced out of the DMV, but Spotsy and Charlottesville are both affordable and close to both Brian and Tiina’s houses.
But the current plan is to sell the farm in retirement and live out at the lake, which means I don’t want to move to Stafford and then move to Charlottesville. I am actually much happier living where I live and joining my friends when I can.
It is what happens when I hear, “I just want to keep Leslie forever.”
Because as it turns out. I am available to be recruited for such a thing. The farm and the lake are both my happy places, and my nervous system feels like something is missing when Tiina and Brian and the kids aren’t with me.
And in fact, I need to get my stuff together and get on the road. My apartment is still 100 degrees inside, so my family is bailing me out.
I just need to check in with my psychiatric nurse practitioner in my superior healthcare system before I leave the state. Right now, Maryland is objectively better for me and I cannot move. I am waiting to see what Honor Care is going to do and praying while I feel helpless.
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