Moving out

I have so much to update here. Instead of trying to tell the whole story, I'll just skip to the end. I'm moving out of the retirement home tomorrow. I will continue as the director of resident services, but it will be as a full-time employee and not as a student intern/part time employee. I feel like this should be more poignant--an end of an era that I can never return to. I probably won't live in a retirement home ever again...or at least for another 37 years. If I do end up in a retirement home again, I'm sure my experiences here will make it much easier for me to adapt to my new surroundings. It will be convenient when dementia sets in, and I begin to believe I am living out earlier stages of my life. "Come by my office and we can discuss your Medicare options, " I will say to my neighbor. "Are you going to come to my discussion on fall prevention?" "Don't mind Mr. Rushforth," they will say. "He thinks he works here."

I will continue to see my residents Monday through Friday. I'll continue to eat lunch with them. I will no longer help them back to their rooms at night or sit and chat with them in the lobby after coming home from a date. On the other hand, it will be nice to have a separate place that is not work. A place where when I take a day off, it is also a day away.