For sixty-eight years, I was married to a man whose motto was “Nothing is a problem. It is merely an opportunity.” One day, he came home from a luncheon appointment with a friend and said, “Joan, I’m going to have to stop driving. Today, as I came to a traffic light, I couldn’t feel whether my foot was going to touch the gas pedal or the brake.” This was an event that would definitely change our way of life. We had lived in the same community for almost sixty years. It was a “driving community.” We couldn’t walk to anything except the other houses surrounding us or the clubhouse and swimming pool across the pond from our home. Certainly, it was not an emergency since I was driving and both of us had retired from our jobs. However, as we pondered the situation that had been created, we concluded that we were placing ourselves in a position of future isolation.
Following our traditional philosophy, we sought the opportunities available to us. We were both very involved in community activities and wanted to remain that way. We had children in three different locations, only one near us, so we didn’t want to seek a fourth location. We had experienced our parents aging into their 90’s and had a basis for comparison shopping. Dick’s mother had lived to be 99, alone in a beautiful apartment in Florida. All her friends were gone, and her only companion was an aide, since both Dick and his brother lived in New York. My parents also were in a Florida apartment in a senior community with some services such as dining and a nurse on premises. My father had been mayor of the town, so they had many friends, played golf and bridge and took care of themselves. When my Dad died at 88, my mother decided to come back up north to be near my sister and me and took a senior living apartment where she became very active.
What did we want for our future life? We chose to stay near our friends, our religious affiliation, our community activities and the one child who had remained near us. As we were researching possibilities, we received an advertising post card from The Amsterdam. Until then, Port Washington had not been on our radar although it was twelve short miles from our home in Woodbury. We visited and toured, explained to our marketing representative what we liked in our present home and toured several apartments that met our requirements. Then, we had dinner with a couple who our marketing representative had selected as a comfortable match for us. Next, we took our children over to see the entire community. They were very impressed with everything from the residents, the programs, the location and the apartment, itself. One of our sons who is in the hospitality industry researched the management and contract requirements. We did a comparison study of costs at the Amsterdam as opposed to costs in our own home as well as quality of life at the Amsterdam as opposed to quality of life at our home. Now, it was a “no-brainer.” The Amsterdam was the place to spend our future years.
We moved here in 2014. Without a doubt, for us it was the perfect choice.