I cried on that phone call. I want to be honest about that, because people in the comments always want me to have seen it coming.
I didn’t see it coming. My son said he didn’t want me to be alone and I believed him, because he’s my son, and because in 2022 I was sixty-nine years old and sleeping in a bed that had an empty side in it.
So I sold the apartment in Oak Park.
Ninety-six thousand dollars, after the realtor and the taxes. Forty-one years in that building. I sold it in nineteen days to a young couple who loved the built-ins.
And I put thirty-eight thousand of it into the down payment on a four-bedroom house in Scottsdale, because the one they wanted was out of reach otherwise and because Daniel said “you’d have the whole back bedroom and your own bathroom, Mom, it’s basically a suite.”
