Dear Aunt Bingo:
My husband, Larry, passed away some
years ago and my kids are all grown and scattered around the country
living their busy lives. Because of this, when I reached retirement age
in 2017, I decided to make a huge change and sell my house and move to
Arizona—a place Larry and I had travelled to several times and had
discussed maybe retiring to one day.
It was a really big step for me: The town where I lived was all of
eight miles away from the town where I was born, and I had lots of
friends and wonderful support in Michigan. But I also had spinal
issues, back problems and achy joints that made six months out of the
year really hard to manage. My doctor strongly recommended that I move
to a warmer, dryer area for the sake of my health and wellbeing.
I discussed the idea with my kids, who were all for it, and with my
friends in Michigan, who hated the idea of seeing me leave but
understood I’d be healthier if I did. Plus, as one friend said, if I
didn’t like it, there was nothing wrong with packing up and returning.
My kids helped me shop for housing. I chose one of the condo
developments relatively close to Phoenix because I wanted to be near a
city, but not too near. I was super nervous when moving day finally
came, but within a week I was in my new home with all my stuff and
pretty relieved and proud that I’d made such a big change.
Every day I would venture out to get familiar with the area and get
more comfortable with my new home. Overall I was happy with everything,
except that I began to regret that I hadn’t chosen one of the senior
community settings, which had built in activities and places for
meeting people and making new friends. I was getting a little lonely.
One day I picked up a small community newspaper at the food store,
which I figured would have listings for things going on around town.
One of the first ads I spotted was for Bingo right up the street from
me. I hadn’t played Bingo since forever, and decided to go.
It turned out to be a small charity Bingo in an activity hall and there
were a lot of players my age. I bought my Bingo paper and dobbers and
sat at an empty table. After several minutes, two ladies came to my
table and asked if the seats were free and I said yes and they sat down.
One of them asked me if I was new to the Bingo hall because she didn’t
recall seeing me there before. I said that I was new to Bingo and the
area and explained that I’d just moved here. They were very kind and
welcoming, and it turned out that one of them lived in the same condo
development I did.
We chatted throughout Bingo and walked together back to the development
afterward. I was very excited and happy when they invited me to join
them for lunch the following day. And just like that, thanks to a quick
trip to Bingo, I met two of my dearest new Arizona friends who are
helping me settle into my new home.
So I am writing today to share my experience and encourage people who
want to meet new people and maybe make some new friends to take a look
around the Bingo hall. It worked for me!
Connie F., Arizona
Congratulations on your new life adventure!
As I’m writing this, it is cold and gray outside and there’s a foot of
fresh Northeast snow on the ground. Needless to say, it makes me want
to pack my bags and grab the next flight to sunny Arizona!
Your letter makes an important point—along with chasing those cash
jackpots, Bingo really is a great opportunity for getting out of the
house, doing something social and possibly making a new friend or two
along the way. I highly recommend it! —Aunt Bingo
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