DEAR HARRIETTE: I’m a 75-year-old woman who has lived in the same charming walk-up apartment in New York City for more than 40 years. This place has seen me through marriage, motherhood, widowhood and every season of my life. Recently, the three flights of stairs have become almost impossible for me to manage. My knees ache, I get winded easily and I find myself dreading leaving the apartment because I know I’ll have to climb back up. My doctor has recommended I look for housing with an elevator or move closer to family, but the thought of leaving my neighborhood, my friends, my routines, my sense of independence -- well, it breaks my heart. I can’t imagine myself anywhere else. At the same time, I know staying here isn’t sustainable or safe. I’ve even tripped once or twice on the stairs, which scared me more than I’d like to admit.
I feel stuck between practicality and the emotional attachment I have to the place I’ve called home for nearly half my life. I don’t want to lose my independence, but I also don’t want a fall or to have health issue force a decision I didn’t make intentionally. How do I make peace with the idea of leaving the home I love, and how do I know when it’s truly time to go? -- What Is Home?
DEAR WHAT IS HOME?: When my mother was about to move out of our family home where she had lived for more than 30 years, she told us that wherever she went was where home was. I’ve never forgotten that concept. As hard as it may be to leave the familiar, trust that you can bring home with you -- your spirit, your thoughtfulness, yourself. It may be bumpy at first, but I would highly recommend you find a safer place to live as soon as possible and build community there. You can do it.