Get A Move On, already
How is your spring going? No more masks is good news for all of us, right? I may very well be the happiest, mask-free person on earth.
Have you moved around a lot in your lifetime -- do you have a unique-geographical map, from birth?
Fact: moving is unpleasant and it doesn’t matter how far you go. Coast to coast relocating is nearly as taxing as next door moves. I’ve done both. Here’s my map:
San Francisco, California
San Mateo, California
Atlanta, Georgia (six moves in ATL)
Six addresses inside metropolitan Atlanta may not seem like a large number, over 40 years. What is alarming is that for the past 30 of those I/we’ve been in the same house! I know right.
Clearly, we love where we live. Add to that love, 12,000 miles of coast to coast change (Jeff close behind) and it’s no wonder we stayed put this long. But, as we peer through a window of age-60, we realize: It’s time to figuratively and [gasp] literally get moving. Easier said than done.
WHERE? Why? When? WHERE? What?
(please Lord hear my prayer)
I once heard a joke: “My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.” Forty years ago that was a belly-buster. I couldn’t imagine being so old. But, time passed quickly, the same way our girls grew quickly. Presto, Savanna Brooke and Diana Julia were smarter and [sniff] prettier than me. Sixty is stalking us like an internet troll, humor is replaced with -- oh.my.gawd.stahhhp -- while reading that joke.
I ventured back to Naples, Florida last weekend (first trip was with Jeff last September) to see if it holds promise and motivation as a new-home spot. Diana was able to meet me down there before departing for law school.
Prior to leaving on the trip, a friend shared valuable information about various neighborhoods, as well as a real estate agency link. While scanning agents on the link I came across an old friend. This friend, Margie, actually sold us the house we have lived in for the past 30 years. I hadn’t spoken to Margie in some 28 years. I also noticed in her bio that she has a current listing in Naples with the exact same house number that we still have (the one she sold us!).
Meant to be? Preordained? Creepy?
Margie and I reconnected like it was yesterday. She met Diana and I for lunch at our hotel. We caught up on family joys and sorrows. We reminisced about things that were deeply archived away. Margie drove us to her enviable home in Bonita Springs. Her private elevator, golf course and beautiful, bay view sparked a smidgeon of relocation-courage. Maybe the city limits of Atlanta aren’t the end all, be all?
When Diana and I weren’t getting educated about south Florida real estate, we enjoyed living on island time, eating fresh seafood (prepared for guaranteed 5-star reviews) and indulging in decadent desserts. South Floridians and vacationers are friendly, happy, relaxed people (often rare these days). But my favorite thing of all was/is the clear, blue-green water that changes intensity as the day progresses.
Neither Diana nor I basked in the sun for obvious reasons, but being properly protected allowed for fun, bikini times (ok, I wore a tankini) on the beach. It’s amazing how sitting under an umbrella, ocean or poolside, and sporadically dipping your toes in can satisfy an entire day.
There’s just no telling if I/we will ever move from the house that long-lost-friend, Margie, sold us 30 years ago. The pace at which things are moving suggests divine intervention would render us Hope. Could finding my/our old friend in Naples, who ironically sold us the house we’ve called home for 30 years, be a signal of such miraculousness...for the next 30...
God is good in many cryptic ways.
“Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God. How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways.” Romans 11:33
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