Natick, where I grew up…

Let’s talk about gifts. Presents. Boxes wrapped up in shiny paper.

Really big boxes.

As a kid, it was at Christmas-time and birthdays when these mysteries-left-in-plain-sight would appear. I knew they were there, but I’d have to wwwaaaiiittt so long to know what they contained! And sitting here tonight, so full of anticipation for today’s potential-home viewings, I’m reminded of them.

Moving is like that. Anticipation of something really life-changing. (Maybe like A Christmas Story‘s Red Ryder air rifle?) Anticipation that could keep you up all night. (Note: It’s 2am.)

Looking at the cake is like looking at the future, until you’ve tasted it, what do you really know? And then, of course, it’s too late… [Arthur takes a bite]… Too late.

– Merlin, in Excalibur (Forrest Gump later used the idea of chocolates. Except Merlin was talking about love and Forrest about life.)

(If you’re keeping score, that’s three movies referenced in three lines!)

(Come to think of it, another similarity will be when we open up all the bins we stuffed stuff into in such a rush to get the house ready for showings.)

I once heard that the average time spent in one residence before moving was 7-8 years. It might be an American thing. Since getting married, Barb and I have followed this trend in home ownership: 9, 8, and 6 = 7.67 average. How about you?

Maybe that pattern has something to do with our current need for … well, something life-changing, but in our case, it could also be an extreme way of “cleaning the house.”

I see it’s been a descending number for us. Will we be moving again soon?

 

Squeaks in Window

I’ve heard about “The Move” into that perfect place where you plan to spend a lengthy retirement. (Note: I didn’t say “retirement home,” cause that has a negative connotation; a feeling of “ending up” somewhere instead of choosing.)

 

This is our chance to choose, to “cash in” on an investment, thanks to the current seller’s market. If we play this well, we could finally be ahead in the game. Could it also be the time to find permanence?

He chose… poorly. … [Indiana drinks from a different cup than Donovan] … You have chosen… wisely.
– the last of the three-brother knights, Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade.

(Four movies!)

Some of our families have taken the opposite approach. Grampy’s been in Framingham for ? 60 years? Jan, Barb’s sister, and Dan have been in the house next door for 25 years. My parents lived in Natick for 40+years before moving to Florida.

 

Trails…

Maybe they know/knew something I’m just appreciating: you’ll never find somewhere as perfect as where you are now.

 

This is a good house, a roomy size, in a great location and neighborhood, and now full of good memories. Sure, we’ll miss it.

But I’ve never been a yard guy. And, since we knew the previous owners – acquiring the house was an ‘inside’ deal – and they left so much of their stuff behind, it’s never really felt like us.

So far, nothing we’ve seen on Zillow has been exactly like it. I really don’t know where we’ll end up.

But (and of course, this is where I bring God into the story), I’m trusting completely in Him to bring us to the right home. (That will be another one of those mysteries-in-plain-site.)

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

– Matthew 6:25,34 NIV

Update: I wrote this post Sunday, early morning. That day we both accepted an offer on our house and made an offer on a new home. So much can change in a single day!

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