Last Call: You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.
I live in on the second floor of a lovely house in a beautiful tree-lined street in New Hyde Park, New York. I live in the richest county in the United States but my rent is only $500 a month. It’s a dream come true.
Well, it was a dream come true. I just got my wakeup call. My landlady recently had a stroke (probably when she found out what her neighbors were getting for rent), and her son is now taking her to his home in Texas and selling this house. So, I have to move out by August 1st.
I am 64 years old and I have had 46 addresses in my life, but most of them were when I was in my 20’s. I have been here in New Hyde Park for nearly two decades. I may have forgotten how to wander. I guess it’s time to relearn.
Actually, I’m looking forward to the change. I love it here, but I know I’ll also love it where I’m going, wherever that might be. I’m a glass half-full type of guy. The best year of my life was 1969, and I kick myself in the ass as every year passes and it’s not able to top 1969. I won’t be content until I do something to make 1969 the second best year of my life. So, change is good, and I hope I can move somewhere where it might be possible for me to have the best year of my life.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
P.S. I really am looking for an apartment if anyone knows of a good one.