When I went to my family reunion recently, I slept on the couch in my parents’ fancy retirement apartment. It is beautiful, brand new, state-of-the-art with all the bells and whistles. I hated it.
The apartment itself is lovely. Well-designed with a patio and plenty of space. This is an independent living community and the level of care can be increased according to your needs. My stepmom hates it too.
The dining area is amazing. You have lots of options – three different venues, dine in or takeout. They have a bar where you can either buy a drink or BYOB. The staff is friendly and attentive. The food is great.
They have a parking area like stroller parking for all the wheelchairs and scooters. The other residents are OLD. They can be a bit nosy. The whole thing creeped me out. I understand why my stepmom doesn’t like it.
My dad, on the other hand, loves it. He knows a bunch of folks and participates in activities. They have started having social events again. My stepmom doesn’t participate much. I get it.
The whole thing reminded me of a book, The Unit. OK, the book is about organ donation, but also the warehousing of people. Great book, by the way.
This visit made me realize I need to keep my independence for as long as possible. I don’t think a community like that would work for me. I relish diversity on all levels.