The rush of recently downsizing and selling my home in Silicon Valley left me shut off from the world with little time for house-hunting. On the last day I had to purchase a home pursuant to my escrow agreement, I bought a condo in a new up-and-coming community in San Francisco.

Now I’m unpacking, still downsizing, and questioning my decision. I admit I’m not sure about the choice I have made. Currently, the negative about my new place overshadows the positive.

Theoretically, I’m on the ground floor, but I have to descend four flights of stairs (no elevator) to get to my garage space or throw out the garbage. I’m in a bad neighborhood that’s supposed to be getting better. There is no grocery store in the area.

The kids living above me regularly practice gymnastics. Their repetitive pitter-patter of little feet scampering across my ceiling ends with a crash that sounds like a 100-lb  barbell dropped by a weight lifter. Over, and over, and over…

On the good side, the condo has two bedrooms, stylish new construction, in a scenic area near the bay, with good resale potential if I decide to give it a few years, convenient to an artery of freeways that lure folks to civilization.

In my move, mysterious as it may be, I lost my beloved quilt. I’ve been working out the kinks by replacing the losses so that hominess overrides unfamiliar surrounds.

The experience of a major move reminds me of how you feel when you’re first diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease.

You have a period of being a hermit and not telling anyone about your newly named medical diagnosis. An onslaught of doctors’ diagnoses, medication trials and errors, and the newness of it all puts you in a tailspin. Eventually, you make some medication decisions, and live with your physical reactions to them. You try to right the wrongs of your health.

On the good side, you have new experiences with the challenge of PD, visiting places you never thought you’d see, and doing what you never knew you’d do. If you join a support group—the best thing you can do for yourself—you’ll make many lifelong friends who understand you and help you through the crazy patches.

In my case, I’m a trailblazer of Deep Brain Stimulation surgery that positively treated my tremor, and now I am also part of the Bay Area’s maritime heritage as a pioneer resident helping to change old land use to new.

There’s a lot for me to learn working on questionable decisions. There’s no managing the unknown, which is unrecognizable. I might not notice it at the time, but discovery is good.

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