Moving On

Not Like Any Other Day

Today was an early morning as I got my youngest daughter on a plane and now I sit here at the Indianpolis International Airport, waiting for my flight to join my daughter in Phoenix. It is a vacation of sorts. My son will fly in for the weekend, as we have one last hooray at our Phoenix home. If you remember, we were supposed to have that last blast back in January, but time got away and we didn’t put the house on the market until June.

A Home Sold

I intended to chronicle the details along the way – but somehow time passed and the specifics don’t seem quite as important. Yes, my husband and I had differences of opinion about the price, when to reduce the price and how to respond to the offer, once we received it. It was not all that exciting to me, being a REALTOR, but I know every detail was important to my husband.

I think REALTORS should sell their own home occassionally to remind themselves of the impact the whole process has on our clients and their family. While, I have been able to rationalize price reductions in light of the reality of the current market, it wasn’t easy. We had two price reductions and an offer within days of the last price reduction. Yes, I wanted to make more money, but am glad I don’t face the prospect of having to bring money to close. I feel blessed in that respect.  So far, I have been able to keep an emotional distance. Not so, today!

A New Life

Yes, we sold our home, but we also sold every spring where my husband would plant another plant or buy another yard ornament. We sold every summer where the pool and patio became a place of relaxation, a place where family and friends gathered. We sold the home where our last child became an adult. We sold a part of our lives which we both cherish and miss.  Our memories are deeply planted in our hearts, soul and a few thousand pictures, but the loss; it’s still the same.

On Tuesday – I will step into my clients shoes with a bitter sweet victory. Sometimes selling a home is a happy occasion; other times not so much. It’s always a transition. Along with every other transition life brings us, we will move forward with hope, optimism and another chapter in our lives. We have our new life in Indianapolis, another home to create memories together, this time with grandchildren. It’s difficult moving on., but there’s another door waiting to be opened.