Marty, I think it is difficult for someone with more than half a lifetime behind her to live in a small place. It does necessitate "downsizing." This house was built in 1926, so it is nearly 100 years old now. I have traded a lot of storage space for very mature trees and shrubs, and relative, and I do mean "relative" privacy and peace whilst still being reasonably close to the cultural district, downtown, the medical centre, and the nicest park in the city plus plenty of shopping. I ended up spending an unexpected roughly $1,000 to move in here. At first, I thought that was the extent of everything unexpected. I was wrong.
On the street behind me there is a facility. Without going into a massive amount of detail, this facility draws in a huge number of people one day per week, and several times a year it draws in 4X that number. As you can imagine, parking is a big problem, but many of their members/visitors have solved that problem for themselves by driving up onto private property. Yes, they pull off the street onto private property which totally destroys my privacy and peace.
I have been speaking with a couple of people at the facility for months--none of whom will give their complete name, and none of whom seem to hold a truly official managerial position, and none of whom will give me any additional information. They promised me in April that this little bit of road (and that is all it is is a little bit of road not fully developed into a real street and with only three residences on it) would be off limits to their members/visitors. They promised to put up a sign on my corner, and they promised to station someone at the corner on their massively attended functions a few times per year. They had one of those functions last Sunday. Suffice to say, they have reneged on every promise, and this is only one problem I have had with them. For example, it was they who flooded my yard 3X and ruined thousands of dollars worth of chattels. I am now faced with filing a nuisance suit.
I cannot begin to explain how sick and tired I am of other people who think that they should do whatever they want to do with no regard for anyone else. Another example is their groundsmen. They mowed and edged all around the property last Wednesday, and instead of picking up a ton of garbage in and around their grounds, they blew all of it down to our property. I was speechless. I just could not wrap my head around how anyone thought that "cleaning up" their grounds meant blowing all of their garbage down the street to the next property.
These are but a couple of examples of what I am dealing with here. I can live with lack of closet space. I have accepted the enormous extra expense I incurred moving in, and I even have accepted the unbelivable amount of filth I have had to clean up and am still cleaning up. What I cannot cope with is the invasion which destroys my privacy and peace. This has been a huge source of the constant anxiety and depression I have been coping with here for the last seven months. The terrible thought occurs that I might be forced to move yet again, and I simply cannot cope with having to do that again. I moved here with the thought that I would be here for the next 15 years at least.
Sorry to go off on a bit of a tangent, but talking about space, cleaning, etc., sort of naturally led me into the other side of life here. I keep praying to God to help me find a way through this so I do not have to move again. For all of its downsides, I really like this little house.