Why Am I Suddenly Getting Advertising for "Active Adults?"

What's the Message Here?

Hmmm…today, in my Zillow “Recommendations,” I had a list of “For the Active Adult.”  What the hell does that mean? Why do I need to be on one floor? Why would I want to be around a bunch of other people my age (like when I was in college)? Is there a “Community Graveyard” there too so one “doesn’t have to travel far?”

     Weird. Well, I think it’s weird. Why do we have to continually categorize people? I don’t want to fit in anyone’s notion of how I should be. The other ghastly thing was, that these homes were $700,000 + dollars! Why the hell would I want to spend that kind of money to apparently decay along with my neighbors. Oh, wait, we’ll all be in it together! Yes, that paints a brighter picture.

     If anything, I want to live bigger than I have before. I want to live my way, and wake up and get to decide how “that way” is. Currently, I work on a huge college campus. I adore being around all the young energy, not deluding myself that I am “one of them,” but instead, remembering that stage, cherishing it, cursing decisions made and not made and laughing that I “made it” and am back.

     Now, will I stay in good, vital health? Damn straight I will! How? I think out of sheer stubbornness that I will live long and (Thank you, Mr. Spock) prosper. Do I have crinkle lines on my skin? Yep-loved every moment in the sun and will continue to do so. Have I laughed lines into existence on my face? Oh yeah, and I will continue to do so as often as possible-like every day, at least 10 times a day.  

     I was recently perusing Zillow for houses on the California coast. How did my “Search” decide to remove my interests and impose their own? I’m telling you, the houses I was looking at were not in any category but, “Pretty.” Okay, there were no search parameters for that and I saw a whole lotta “Ugly” but had such fun with the search. I did find the perfection home…priced at a cool $1,000,000.

     I put no price limit in, but I guess AI decided that a move out to the opposite coast meant, “Old with Money.” Again, weird.

     So, I won’t be moving to an “Aging in Place Community.” I hate that term. “Aging in Place.” It makes me think of  “Psycho” with Norman Bates’ mother’s skeleton in the rocking chair. No good can come from that.

     I really have had very little in common with people my age, even when young, so I doubt very seriously I would have anything in common with them now. So where can I live? Oh, you say, that house in Malibu, CA that was only $1,000,000? You know I’ve got it in my sites…now, how to get that money? Well, I haven’t figured that part out yet. But, since I’m planning on a long, vital life, I’ll figure it out.

     Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary…yep, that’s me. Thank you for reading! Where is your Dream Home?