I have recently posted here about worries over my rent and you all were so helpful and eased my mind so I thought I'd post about another worry which I don't seem to be able to get out of my head,.
As you know from my previous post I live in a Council flat. I have been a Council tenant for years. Where I now live, I did live on this estate years ago and my Mum got a flat opposite to where I was living. She was only there for a year and got dementia. She went to live in a care home just up the road. She died in 2007. I had always loved my flat, felt secure there and on the estate but in grief I was determined to move because I couldn't face seeing Mum's old flat and passing the care home every time I went for the bus. My family and friends urged me not to move and said I would feel differently in time but I wouldn't listen.
I moved into a flat which I accepted the first time of viewing it. It turned out not to be suitable at all and I longed to go back to my old flat but there was nothing available on this estate. I tried for a mutual exchange but offers I had were not for where I wanted to be. I was having trouble where I was living so I put in a bid to move and got another flat after two years - not ideal but it was OK and I lived there for ten years and was quite settled. I didn't even look for a flat back where I am now as they were few and far between, I gave up on it really. The flat where I was living was the best of areas but I did settle.
Then one day six years ago I was looking at the bidding website for the first time in years, only noseying really as my nephew was looking for a flat. The first one I saw was one where I am now. I felt I had to put a bid in. By a miracle I managed to find my login number for the webiste and put in a bid. I didn't hold out any hope of hearing anything, there was one bid before mine and I felt sure that person would take it. But I did receive a call the week after to offer me the flat. I was over the moon. Where I lived before was near the the bottom of the road, it is an incline, not massively steep but still a hill and there just was flight of stairs (about eight) to the flat. This one is at the top of the road and two flights of stairs. I did wonder about the steps and and hill as I get older. I was 59 then. But I knew I would regret it very much if I didn't take it. My sister in law viewed the flat with me and she said she liked it better than the one I had down the road and she urged me not to worry about the hill and steps. I accepted it and I love it.
However, for the past six years all I have done is worry about what if I can't manage the steps and hill as I get older and I can't get another flat and I am stuck in here. I am 63 now and fit, I am hardly an old doddery woman. My next door neighbour is 81 with COPD and manages the steps, though she does get a taxi home when she's been out. The couple at the other side of me are 55/60 and the other lady on this landing is 70 plus and they all manage.
I keep thinking about moving just to settle my mind but I know I would regret it. The flat I left to come here was on the ground floor but I did get burgled twice when I first moved in and I couldn't have my bedroom window open at night in the summer for fear of someone coming up to the window from outside.
How do I get over this worry? Would I be daft to think about moving again. It seems fate how I got this flat.
Sorry for the long post.