I’ve had a few people tell me I’m doing a really nice thing having bought a house in Devon with an annex for The Parents to live in, but I’m not so sure. The truth is they’re doing it as much for me (probably more so, and lets not forget they’re helping me fund it too) as I am for them. As I’ve mentioned before The Parents are creatures of habit, and change isn’t something they embrace. They talk about it but never do it – if they did I’d be speaking with either a Welsh* or American accent right now as they had the opportunity to move to both places during my childhood, but the fact I’m still speaking with that irritating Swindonian twang will tell you what choice they made… Then when my mum tells me she’s had yet another sleepless night worrying the cost of the renovations, moving the horses, where to put the muck heap (that’s actually a big topic for us horsey people) and just about everything else you could possibly associate with moving, I really question if it is such a nice thing I’m doing.
I, of course, don’t have children which means I won’t find myself in The Parents position when I’m older. There’ll be no offspring telling me what’s best for me (basically because its best for them) or spending my money (not that I expect to have any money to spend!). It also means when I reach retirement I’ll be free to make my own choices** and won’t have some controlling child forcing me out of my comfort zone, convincing me to hand over my savings, rent out the house I’ve called home for the last 25 years and move 100 miles away.
Sorry Parents, you must wonder what you’ve done wrong to deserve a daughter like me, but I’m sure you’ll love living there once you’re in… (one day I’m going to convince The Parents to write a guest blog so they can tell you how they really feel about all this).
*Thank goodness they didn’t move to Wales – as much as I dislike my Swindon accent I’m not sure I’d feel any better about a Welsh one.
**I may be childless and single but I’m not anticipating a lonely old age, the opposite in fact – I’m envisioning my later years will be spent in one of those cool retirement villages. The type that offer a gym, golf course, restaurant, hairdresser, and social events all on site – as a fan of Mark Warner and Neilson holidays I’m imagining one of these villages to be the retirement equivalent.