We have moved to Easley, SC to be near my Dad now that my Mom has passed away.
As all things in our lives seem to be - it has not been simple.
The only ground level apartment we could find at Auston Woods Apartments in Easley was a two bedroom, which we took (site unseen).
The day came when Trammell and I could leave the condo for our 3 hours a week. I loaded our mini van and took off to what was to be our new home.
We arrived, signed the rest of the paper work (I did most of it the week before by fax and emails) then got the keys.
When Trammell and I walked in the TINY apartment our hearts broke. You could have set the entire apartment into the playroom Trammell used to have in our home we owned before our nightmare began.
BUT - We had no choice. With only a few days left before we had to be out of our Anderson condo
there was no time to start shopping for another place to live.
We stopped back by the office on our way back home and let the office manager know how we were feeling.
She's a wonderful lady. She was the manager when we lived here in a handicapped for a few months after Trammell first became paralyzed in 2008. She remembered us and did not even charge us a deposit this time.
The next day, as Trammell cared for David, My sister, her husband, a good friend and I took another load over. The big stuff. (That's when my washer and dryer fell over, on the very last turn before arriving at the apartment, crashing onto an antique desk that's over 100 years old. One of the few things we have left from our "life before".
The glass on the front of the washer and dryer shattered. NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
OK - I was over it in a minute or two. TOOOOOOO much to do to worry about that then.
Good news came on the way back to Anderson when the manager of Auston Woods called
to let me know she had a ground floor apartment coming open that was twice as big as the one we were moving into.
"I'll take it!!!!" I was saying before she could even finish.
The bad news - that ment I would have to move us into the small apartment and then turn around two days later and move ALL OF OUR STUFF across the parking lot into the NEW new apartment.
SO that's what I did.
Talk about a work-out!!!
I just CAN'T understand why I have not lost one pound from all this!!!! LOL
We are in the New new place - I am STILL swimming in boxes or should I say "dog paddling".
I Pray that by this time next week I will have unpacked the last box.
Also - during this time I was given the honor of writing our family's story for a wonderful newsletter called "Grace In The Wilderness". The article I wrote is called "Living Under House Arrest - A Caregiver's Story". The link is