My Utopia

So, the sale of our house is moving forward. The home inspection should be done this week, we are in the process of packing and hopefully, looking forward to a close at the end of February. With all of this activity, we've also had to seriously seek out some housing arrangements for the next year while Chris is in Korea. It has been a bit of a challenge with our dog, combined with my higher standards of living. I mean really, is it too much to ask not to have crap smeared on the walls, closet doors on the closets, or no urine stains on the carpet? Yucko. We had a difficult time envisioning Mya crawling around on floors like that. And that, folks is what we were up against. That being said, we did find one place that was decent--granted a prison was just down the road, it would have added 15 minutes to my commute, and we would have been in the middle of the woods, but it would have been okay as far as living arrangements were concerned. However, through this whole process, my biggest concern has been keeping our kids in the same daycare and staying close to my friends. So, the search continued. I found a couple of condos that we attempted to locate, but instead fell upon an apartment complex known from here on out as "my utopia. " Chris called, gathered a few details and scheduled an appointment. We arrived, only to be greeted with the sign--"Welcome to ******  *****, Leominster's newest 55+ community." No shit. We could have died. I wanted to leave, knowing full well that we didn't qualify, but Chris couldn't figure out why the lady didn't tell him this information on the phone. He insisted we go in and talk to them. We did. (Sound the harp as the skies opened with beams of sunshine.) It was glorious. New carpet, clean walls, lovely furniture with cute little snowmen in the hallways. Ahhh, I was sold and began thinking how I could convince my parents to move here so I could qualify to live in my utopia. The lady quickly explained that in a 55 and older community, only 80% of their population must meet those age guidelines, which opens the remaining 20% for others. That, my friends, would be us. yahoo!! I can live here!! I mean really, who wouldn't want this....

or this...

or this...

It's a perfect little community...bocce ball courts, tennis courts, pool, gym, putting greens, community flower and vegetable gardens, walking trails, baseball field, an ampitheater. They don't actually have a baseball team, but are bringing in teams to play so the community has some entertainment. I can picture us now, Mya, Claire and I sitting in the stands, between our new friends Elmer and Earl taking in the big game or maybe it will be us sitting at the ampitheater watching Bessy and Rose dancing. Sounds like fun, huh? Chris is jealous that he won't be there to experience the good life. So, we've applied to become residents and we wait. I hope, I hope, I hope this will become my utopia for real!