On my road alone, there are 6 homes for sale. It seems strange that most of our old neighbors have either passed on, or have moved. It’s not the same neighborhood anymore.
My dear friend Lucille, who lived next door is now in a nursing home. It’s sad to me. I love that lady so much, but her family decided to move her into the home, after she fell. Now when I see her, she doesn’t know me most of the time. Her home is up for sale now, and I have to admit that I’m worried about who may buy it and move in. It’s a small home on an acre or more of land, and yet the home is selling very cheap.
Another home across the road is for sale also, but it is a HUD home, and once again, I’m concerned who may buy it and move in. Over the last few years, it’s sad to say, but the people who have been moving into our small town are down right scary at times. Lots of “party people” too. I realize that nothing stays the same, but I miss the way the town was when we first moved in. Everyone knew one another and helped one another also. It was a great community and place to raise the kids. Now, I’m not so sure. It doesn’t help with peace of mind.