Front Porch Forum: “Is it strange to consider housemates or new friendships in my 70s or just a second chance at joy?” (09/13/2025)
Pull up a seat, GrayViners! “An Empty Nest With Room to Grow” is wondering if it’s ever too late to start fresh—whether by welcoming a housemate, joining a club, or simply planting new roots in familiar soil. What do you think: is blooming again always possible?
Hi all,
After my husband passed and the kids moved out, the silence in this house became thick. At first, I welcomed it. I needed quiet to grieve, to breathe, to figure out who I was without them. But now, years later, I find myself talking to the kettle and watching TV just to hear a voice.
Last week, a friend of a friend mentioned she was looking for a housemate—someone to share expenses and maybe a few cups of tea. My first instinct was to say no. I’m too old to live with a stranger. But then I remembered how lively it once felt to have someone else in the kitchen, to hear another pair of footsteps in the hallway.
I’m also thinking of joining a book club or maybe taking a class, something that lets me meet people beyond family functions and doctor appointments. I want to laugh again. I want to tell stories that aren’t always about who I used to be.
Is it too late to grow new roots in an old pot? Or is this what it looks like to bloom again?
Curious and cautiously hopeful,
An Empty Nest With Room to Grow
What about you, GrayViners? Have you ever embraced change later in life—taking on a housemate, joining a new group, or building a new circle of friends? Did it bring joy, challenges, or both? Share your experiences and advice below. And if you’re standing at a crossroads of your own, start a conversation here.