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A New Home, A Lighter Life

Knowing When It Was Time

After 38 years in the same Randpark Ridge home, Chartered clients Cheryl and Martin Jordaan knew it was time to make a change. It was the home where they had raised their children and built much of their family life. But with their children grown and flown, and the day-to-day demands of a large Johannesburg property starting to feel less appealing, they began thinking seriously about what the years ahead would look like.

For Cheryl, moving into a retirement village was never something to fear. Her grandmother had made the move in Durban in the 1970s, and Cheryl saw how positive that choice had been. She had also seen how difficult it could become when people waited too long, and decisions had to be made in response to changing circumstances. “I always said I wanted to go into a retirement village early,” she says. For her, it was not about getting old; it was about being practical, choosing while they still had energy and independence, and not leaving difficult decisions for their children later.

The timing, when it came, was swift. The woman who had been living in the flat above their garage bought her own home, and Cheryl and Martin took it as their sign. They put their house on the market and sold it within three weeks. What had been a conversation suddenly became a reality.

They had spent time in Somerset West before and had even rented in a retirement village to get a feel for the area. After looking at different options in Somerset West, Helderberg Manor soon felt like the right fit. Looking back, Cheryl believes it was exactly where they were meant to be. It is close to shops, doctors, hospitals and town, yet still has mountain views, fresh air and the sea in the distance.

Letting Go of a Long-Time Home

Before they could arrive, though, there was the work of letting go. After nearly four decades in one home, there was plenty to sort through. Furniture, household items, old cameras and things gathered over many years had to be sold, donated or passed on. Cheryl speaks about the process with humour rather than sadness. “Your children don’t want your stuff,” she says, laughing. Piece by piece, they released what no longer needed to come with them.

That does not mean leaving was easy. Their tenant cried as the furniture was packed up. Their son remembered the trees he had climbed as a boy. Their daughter watched the moving van leave on a video call from Canada. It was emotional, but Cheryl says spending two months in Port Alfred before moving into their new home gave them a helpful pause between one life and the next.

Finding Community at Helderberg Manor

When they eventually arrived at Helderberg Manor, the welcome was immediate. A neighbour brought soup and buns. Another arrived with flowers. Someone else brought biscuits. Within days, they had been invited for drinks, introduced to people and drawn into village life. Cheryl describes it as “like going back in time”, a place where neighbours still knock on the door, look out for one another and make newcomers feel included.

A Lighter, Freer Way to Live

Their days now feel lighter. The weight of maintaining a large property and worrying about security has lifted. Cheryl walks freely, sometimes along the beachfront in the early morning. They enjoy the nearby nature reserve, wine farms, restaurants and the simple pleasure of being able to lock up and go. Inside the village, there are groups, gatherings and people with interesting stories to share. Outside it, there is a whole new area to explore.

For Cheryl and Martin, the move has brought more than a smaller home. It has brought relief. They chose where they wanted to live while they were still able to make that decision for themselves. They have found doctors, dentists and specialists, settled into a manageable space and built a new circle of friends. Most importantly, they have not left their children with difficult choices to make on their behalf.

What comes through most clearly when Cheryl speaks is her energy. She talks about their new life with humour, gratitude and such genuine enthusiasm that you cannot help but feel excited for them too. This was not a reluctant move; it was a choice made with clarity, an open mindset and a real sense of possibility.

Cheryl’s Advice to Others

Cheryl’s advice to others is direct. “Pull the trigger,” she says. She knows it can be daunting to leave a long-time home, to sort through decades of belongings and to start again somewhere new. But she also knows what is waiting on the other side: less stress, more ease and a strong sense of community.

Asked if they miss anything about their old life, Cheryl is honest. Of course, they miss their friends. But when it comes to the decision they made and the life they have found at Helderberg Manor, her answer is simple: “We love everything.”

Image : Cheryl and Martin exploring their new surrounds

Saying Goodbye to the Familiar: A Daughter’s View

Moving is listed right up there as one of life’s most stressful events – and having been witness to my parents’ relocation, I wholeheartedly agree. None of us thought it would be a daunting experience. My parents weren’t hoarders and were simply moving to their already-furnished holiday home, so the planning seemed straightforward. Sounds simple, right? Wrong.

No matter how decluttered you believe your life to be, moving is never straightforward and demands detailed planning. While the larger items were accounted for, it was the little things that took the most time. Here is what I learned in the process:

The Challenge of Letting Go: Sentimental Treasures and a Lifetime of Memories

You’d be surprised at how much you can accumulate over the years, even when you think you’re living simply. My seemingly uncluttered parents had shelves overflowing with outdated medical textbooks, endless photo albums, and keepsakes like my dad’s graduation and wedding suits. Each item held a memory, a story from the past. My husband couldn’t fathom why, as a non-smoker, I insisted on bringing home the ashtrays that were scattered around the house in my youth. Eventually, he wisely let it go. However, he drew the line when I wanted to pack the enormous puncher I loved using during countless hours of playing school-school. Packing forces ruthless efficiency. Deciding what to keep and what to let go of is a challenging but necessary part of the process. That’s the reality of moving – sometimes, sentimentality, however painful, has to take a backseat.

The Myth of the Helpful Child

I naively thought I could jump in and make decisions, but that plan fell flat pretty quickly. As much as I wanted to help, it was really up to my mom to face each item, revisit their memories, and decide whether to keep, let go or rehome them. My job was to support her, not take control.

Planning is Key: A Lesson Learned (the Hard Way)

Hindsight is 20/20. Here’s what I wish we’d done differently: planned ahead. Discussing what to keep, donate, or sell well before the moving date would’ve saved a lot of stress. We ended up with limited time, leading to a whirlwind of last-minute decisions. “Donate to Hospice” piles grew rapidly, but we could have sold more with better planning and more time.

Saying Goodbye: Leaving Hometown Roots

Sure, my parents were moving to a beautiful seaside haven, but leaving the town they’d called home for decades was a wrenching experience. Vereeniging, or “VTown” as it’s affectionately known, had been their home for their entire married life. My father practised there as a GP and my mother as a psychologist. Their three daughters were born there, and it was even where I met and married my husband. Our roots run deep, and saying goodbye to the familiar was incredibly hard.

Perhaps the most emotional moment for my mom was when Lizzie, who had worked for our family for over 50 years, came to say goodbye to my parents. These goodbyes made the move seem that much more difficult.

Embrace the Help (Yes, Even When You Think You Don’t Need It)

In hindsight, getting professional help would’ve been a lifesaver. The emotional weight of going through a lifetime of belongings was overwhelming. We also realised the benefit of having experts who specialise in decluttering and facilitating the sale of items. The medical textbooks were a prime example. We thought about donating them to a medical library but fortunately, a doctor friend visited to say goodbye, saw the books, and showed interest. It was comforting to know that these symbols of my father’s love for his profession wouldn’t just end up in a landfill.

The Underestimated Physical Toll

Don’t underestimate the physical toll of moving, either. In the days leading up to the move, my mom’s fitness tracker clocked an average of 16,000 steps a day – and that’s not including the lifting, sorting, and manoeuvring.

On a more positive note, my parents have now settled into their home, surrounded only by physical things that really mattered. It’s a beautiful and inspiring new beginning.