Still Adjusting to My “New Age”

I had envisioned traveling freely about the country with my dog after recent tragedies.
My wife and my mother were both needing intensive home health care and hospice simultaneously, and both died within three months of each other.
That was followed by estate liquidations and loss of my retirement home. Now I have eagerly downsized and live quite well in a small studio apartment.
It’s taking a lot more time to grieve than I had expected, and my mental state is one of confusion and uncertainty. I want to start by taking shorter trips from home and getting out of the house. It is less daunting to plan an overnight stay than to think about completely relocating again.
I’ll continue this inner dialogue—discussing it with the only other brain in the house, my 5kg miniature dachshund.