After a year on the market my house finally sold before Christmas. After so many open homes – always keeping the house pristine – deals that didn’t go through and new advertising promotions, the prospect of a sale became all consuming.
There was contentment on reaching a deal, even some happiness, but when the time came to prepare to move this month, dread set in. How could I leave my home of 12 years? After all, I have lived there longer than any other house in my life. I had made it perfect for me.
A colleague of many years left last week, the day before my move, to pursue his own journey last week. He made a big decision to disrupt for the future.
When he left it was an opportunity to reflect on the value of relationships and the often unspoken meaning that comes with valuable relationships at work.
Leaving my home has been a necessary disruption to make way for my future housing plans.
Tonight while I was showing the new owners all the little things they should know, two little girls appeared at the front door. Neighbours with farewell drawings. So sweet. Their way of letting me know that they valued our friendship.
Nothing new and really meaningful can happen without disruption and for me a bit of pain. But it’s a good thing. A great clean out, a new neighbourhood and proving I really do know how that complicated A/V system goes together!
So for me, a silver lining although I do wonder what it’s like to be completely content in the present state. Does that bring similar joy in the end?
In the end, whatever works. And stay tuned for my new beginnings on the home front.
Happy new year.