Townhouse Blues

Townhouse Blues

There was a great deal to like about the townhouse. We loved the loft feeling as we leaned over the rail at the top of the steps to talk to one another, acting a little like Southern gentry. We loved the spacious downstairs area that served both as a dining room and a living room.

We quickly realized we didn’t like climbing stairs.

When we made the decision to move from Florida to Maryland to be nearer the grandkids, we thought we could manage a two-story again. Thought the exercise would be good for us. We hadn’t realized how spoiled we’d become with our one-story home. Since we’d owned our own home for our nearly forty-year marriage, we did not anticipate the challenges renting would present.

Like the line from The Magnificent Seven, the townhouse “seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Then things went wrong … from the day we moved in.

First problem? Since the townhouse had been vacant for several months, a family of mice had taken up residence. The management immediately addressed the problem, calling in an exterminator. However, we were unable to use the kitchen or unpack dishes for nearly a week.

We adjusted to a much smaller freezer and even to the antique stove that was 75 degrees above setting. The dishwasher worked … sort of. The washer/dryer combo unit wasn’t as efficient as our Florida side-by-side units. This model had one of those bottom agitators. When a sheet become wedged in the agitator, the repairman did manage to free the sheet, but, in the process, cracked the agitator, putting the machine out of business until a replacement part was obtained.

As repair after repair demanded attention, I told myself that these things could happen in a house we owned. Even the heater/ac unit that gave out.

What could we do? We signed a lease for a year. We felt stuck.

In exploring our options, should we bite the cost and purchase, we inquired about a one-level, three-bedroom apartment. There weren’t many in the complex, but we lucked out. One became available on the same day we inquired. Only required a simple adjustment to our lease. We moved in the next month.

We love the apartment. It suits us, and we find we appreciate not having to climb steps unless the elevator is out of order. We have also found the management does respond to maintenance requests—and we are pleased with our setup. This apartment is quiet and energy efficient. We have a little balcony that overlooks the back and enjoy some spectacular sunsets. The best part? The apartment suits our lifestyle and is very affordable.

Initially, we thought perhaps renting the townhouse was a huge miscalculation on our part. However, we realized that through the disappoint of the earlier, the Lord led us to the comfort of the later. The townhouse experience showed us a few truths, besides the fact we are not as young as we used to be.

Are you in an uncomfortable situation that is fast becoming untenable? Perhaps there is a lesson in the discomfort God wants you to learn. Sometimes, we must go through the rapids to get to the peaceful pools of life. When we have reached the end of our “hoarded resources,” the song says, “our father’s full measure has only begun.”

 And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19 NIV).

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About Linda Wood Rondeau

Award-winning author Linda Wood Rondeau writes blended contemporary fiction that demonstrates, once surrendered to God, our worst past often becomes our best future. Retired from her long career in human services, she enjoys being able to play golf year around. Readers may visit her website and blog, called Snark and Sensibility.

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  1. Like this post, Linda! I love that God is in the details of our lives.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by.

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