“I like Memphis better than I thought I would. I’ve made friends in my Sunday School class, and my daughter takes me to the Dixon and the Botanic Gardens. I love to see the flowers. She lives on a quiet street too, so I don’t feel crowded. I’m by myself during the daytime because she’s busy with work, so it feels comfortable. I always look forward to her coming home in the evenings, though. We have our routines and everything works fine. There’s not any friction. I have a bedroom and a bathroom, and I can go back there anytime I want. I finally feel like I’m at home. It worries me sometimes that I’m doing things I shouldn’t be doing, but my daughter says she likes having me here. Still, I try not to be in the way. I took care of my father-in-law and my mother---Mama lived with us for three years---so I know how that feels.
“The hardest adjustment has been losing my independence. Instead of just hopping on the bus like I did before, I have to rely on my daughter to take me to the doctor, to the dentist, and anywhere else I need to go. It’s like I’ve reverted back to being a child again. I feel like, ‘I am not a child. I can take care of myself.’ But when you’re older, you have to depend on somebody else to take care of you. It’s a big change.”