I moved! My husband and I moved from Chicago to Williamsburg, Virginia. It’s a big change, and for some it seemed to come out of the blue. But we’ve been discussing this since the spring. I love Chicago, my heart will always be there. But the pandemic plus other factors made it a difficult city to live in this last year. All the things we love about it are shut down, and I don’t know when they’ll open up. Our condominium became very confining during the shutdown, and with another season, at least, of that ahead, we needed a change. I wanted to see the sky! I wanted a nice yard and a garden to tend to, or at least escape to. I wanted to walk outside and not bump into people. I wanted a warmer climate, a longer growing season, some quiet. Some peace.
When my son and his fiancée decided to postpone their upcoming wedding for another year due to the pandemic, that was the clearance my husband and I needed to make a move. And as we were researching all the things we desired in a new home, I remembered Williamsburg—because of a book! About eight years ago, I was in Williamsburg to research a book set in the Tidewater of Virginia, during the Colonial era. (I didn’t end up writing that book, but maybe someday!) I stayed at a resort in a neighborhood that utterly charmed me with its quaintness, its quiet, its beautiful landscaping. It reminded me of Brigadoon—that mythical Scottish village hidden away from the rest of the world. And of course, the history in this area called the Historic Triangle (Yorktown, Jamestown and Williamsburg) is catnip to a historical junkie like me!
And this part of Virginia had many other things we were looking for: A lower cost of living than Chicago, proximity to larger cities when the world opens up again and we can go to a restaurant or the theater, a short drive to either the ocean or the mountains, good healthcare, and that milder climate we were seeking.
We were also seeking something we could control, during this time when everything else seems uncontrollable. Something we could look forward to, keep us busy, keep us exploring new things instead of continually mourning the things we missed.