Two-bedroom apartment, six to eight miles from my house, approximately sixteen to eighteen hundred a month. Within their income range if they budgeted. Enough space for their furniture and belongings. Near enough that I could help with things and we could have the kind of relationship that doesn’t involve us being in the same house.
One-bedroom apartment, same radius, approximately thirteen hundred a month. Tighter on space but workable for two people who were downsizing anyway. More affordable against their income.
Over-fifty-five community thirty minutes away, roughly fourteen to sixteen hundred for a two-bedroom, with some utilities included and community amenities. My father, who had been a county employee for thirty years, would probably find the social environment of a community like this more comfortable than he was admitting.
A short-term rental — a furnished apartment or an Airbnb-style rental — for sixty to ninety days while they figured out a longer-term plan. This was the most expensive option per month but had the advantage of being genuinely temporary and giving everyone breathing room.
My house for a defined period — not indefinitely, not until they figured something out, but for a specific number of weeks with a specific end date and specific terms about the office. This was the option I was most cautious about, because defined periods have a way of becoming indefinite when the emotional weight of asking someone to leave feels disproportionate to the practical necessity.
I sent the list to my parents in an email. Not as a demand, but as information. Here is what exists. Please look at it.