IN THE INTERIM
By Mary Morgan
The message came clear across e-mail. The apartment back in the U.S. was
finally available. I chose carefully when I got on the waiting list last
year, preparing for a period of uncertainty, sandwiched between 30 years of
living to work and retirement.
There is peace and beauty unfolding in my life I never thought possible.
The climate is almost perfect and helps maintain my health status; perhaps
I am no better here, but I'm certainly no worse.
I am poor by American standards, but rich in ways I never dreamed of and
cannot describe in a mere note. I know you wonder how I live on less than a
fifth of my working income; one learns to get along. (Yesterday at a moving
sale I bought my first knife, other than a paring knife from the grocery. I
am more thrilled with it than once I was with the entire set of expensive
German cutlery in that designer kitchen I built.)
We have power outages frequently, can drink only bottled water, and watch
for scorpions in the sheets and shower curtains. I even choose to
relinquish my lifelong love affair with barefootedness. Presently, I have
dishes for two, but a maid to wash them. There is no room in my casita for
the twelve place settings of china, crystal and silver I would have moved
to the apartment over the magnolia tree.
But there is breeze from the lake, and lush tropical foliage and mountains
surround us. There is comparatively little of the crime we experienced in
the States, and I don't need new clothes, new shoes, or season tickets to
the Shakespeare Festival. Art and music abound, much of it free, and more
available than I have energy to enjoy.
In short, I'm at home, philosophically, and proud to be here. I hope you
find just the right person for the apartment over the magnolia, and please
keep in touch."
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