My decision to move from my "perfect house" in North Carolina to somewhere nearer family members was not made without endless procrastination. North Carolina was perfect for the winters, and Maine was a "must" for summers. However, there was the problem of finding a summer tenant who was happy to live in the little guest house (often referred to as the "pest house") and also to air out the main house (daily) and to love cutting acres of grass all summer. Quite suddenly one day I decided that I was tired of searching for the right tenant. I'd bite the bullet and sell. So I did, and now the problem was where shall I go? Baltimore was first on my search. No deal--too expensive and not the kinds of small houses I had in mind. My rather desperate real estate person asked if I'd tried looking at a CCRC. "No" said I, wondering what ccrc stood for--obviously some kind of country club--"hmmm, couldn't be too bad. A little golf or tennis, etc." So Ms. Real Estate set me up with her friend on the Eastern Shore. It was not long before I realized that Heron Point was NOT a country club, i.e., no golf course or tennis courts, so I asked what CCRC stood for, and I was told. SHOCK set in. I went around all of Heron Point just to be polite and went back to Balto where I was staying with my niece and then returned to Maine. But I was THINKING all summer. The following fall and winter I looked at 11 CCRCs. Heron Point had by far the nicest layout; it was attractive and the people were all friendly in every way. I immediately liked the town of Chestertown, and I was told that Heron Point was invited to build here. Also, Heron Point was the only CCRC where dinner in the main dining room was NOT required. Being a daily blue jeans wearer, that suited me fine. I have never, not even once, regretted my decision. In fact, I am rather proud of it. Twinkie Smith *Click on the X in the upper right corner of this window to return to our web site.*