I had been going to the Berkshires for many years. I love music and even studied classically. I saw Leonard Bernstein conduct his last concert at Tanglewood. I enjoyed dance at Jacobs Pillow and found a lot of wonderful places to shop and eat. I even found a place to service my car when I had trouble once.
So now I owned a home in the Berkshires. It was really old and needed more work than I had expected. I did my due diligence, interviewed a number of contractors and hired one. Months went by and what was to be an 8-9 week job was far from finished.
I sold my home in New Jersey and drove up to Massachusetts in the snow on the Ides of March. Yep that date didn't bode well for me either. The next day I met my contractor, shopped for some things he was unable to finalize on his own and came home to a largely empty home awaiting a move the coming Monday.
That night I went for a bite at a local Inn and shortly after arriving home I fell for a reason I still don't know. As the night went on and the pain in my ankle grew worse, I used my cell phone to call an ambulance.
Fast forward a few days and a surgery later, I was home amidst my belongings scattered here and there after my contractor supervised the move into my new old home. To be continued...........