Tom and I moved Becky into her condo yesterday, and now every part of my body is in pain. Am I getting too old for this?
Anyway, this post is not about me. I can’t believe I’m writing about “Becky’s condo”. I don’t have my calendar handy but I believe we’re at the half way point on our journey to Becky’s independence. It was last November that I received the phone call that changed our lives. Becky was awarded individualized funding to support her goal to live independently. I guessed at that point that the process would take about a year.
I think we have completed about two-thirds of the work. First I hired three support workers and trained them, and now the move. The final part may take a while as we prepare Becky for her new environment, and search for an appropriate room-mate. In the meantime, here we are; new home, new life. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much….