Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Where Exactly Is It?
My family is visiting for Independence Day, which also happens to be my wife’s birthday. Last night, we were reminiscing when one of the kids resurrected this little tale from the past.
The year was 1986, and I had been working quite hard, spent a great deal of time traveling, and found myself even more focused than usual on an important major project. Our family was growing, and my wife wanted a new home that could accommodate all of us, especially since we had just adopted a child, which was a new experience with a great deal of connected anxiety.
In any event, while I usually traveled with my family even when trips were job related, this particular journey was not possible with a full crew. I hated traveling without my wife, especially in times when important matters affecting our family were on the table. However, one must do what one must do. My wife was rightfully concerned that we had run out of room in our tiny dwelling. She was determined to move. Life goes on, even when you’re absent.
I always kept in touch during my travels, but on this occasion it was more difficult. Nevertheless, Carol decided to keep our collective goals moving in the right direction while I was gone. She found a realtor and began looking at houses suitable for our clan, and with her discerning eye, she found one right away. The problem she faced was the need for a quick closing by a re-locating owner. As usual, she acted without much hesitation. My wife closed on the house by herself and moved in with the kids before I returned. Of course, that was fine with me. I am what one might call “easy going” in these types of matters.
When I completed my journey, I called home very excited about seeing my family again and told them I was on my way. It was a happy moment, indeed. The only problem was that after the call ended and I was en route, I realized I had no idea where the new house was or what it looked like. I found myself standing on a corner with a travel bag and, like Dylan I suppose, with no direction home.
This was one of the craziest ventures we ever undertook, but it worked out very well. The house was beautiful, and we ultimately sold it three years later for almost triple the cost! Sometimes, one just can’t let sanity get in the way.
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