Life sure knows how to kick you in the butt. The journey seems so linear until you reach a certain age. Here you are traveling in a straight line your whole life, for the most part, thinking the car only moves forward, only to find out that a certain point, this ride has been designed to slide backward.
All of a sudden, your kids start taking over your finances, regulating your medication, organizing home repairs, and you sense the inevitable conversation of where you’ll live when a three-story townhome just can’t work anymore. At least, I imagine that’s what my parents are thinking right about now as my sisters and I become less and less subtle.
My Corner of the Village 