The day is near.
The house goes on the market next Thursday, the 14th of July.
The realtors come on Monday the 11th to take photos.
Cristina and I (and her sister) drive a rental truck full of our stuff to Cottage Grove on Friday, leaving at about 12 am.
I am coming back. Cristina, Cea (dog), and Beatrice (cat) will be staying.
All the big stuff is done. Now, we’re doing the detail work, and there sure is a lot of it. Molding. Outlet covers. Switch covers. Sealant for fixtures. Reseat toilets. That’s just my stuff. Cristina has a whole list of her own.
We flew up to Cottage Grove this past Monday (the 4th). We spent that day with Cristina’s parents and enjoyed some downtime. On Tuesday, we went out to the property and did our walkthrough. I walked the property line with Fred, the guy who is selling the house. Seven acres is a pretty good sized plot of land…not huge, but big enough to give you a good workout. In fact, by the time we reached the uppermost corner of the property on the side or our mountain, I was mildly concerned about the possibility of having a heart attack. But, I made it up there, and to each of the other three corners of our new property.
We flew back that night, and I think both of us are pretty excited about getting up there.
There are moments, though, moments where something causes the ol’ throat to close in a bit. That’s especially true for Cristina who is leaving a place she’s known as home since 1960. I’ve been in and out of here since 1981, fulltime since 1988, so I have some great memories in place, myself. The fact that she’s leaving behind James (our son) doesn’t make it any easier. Plus all the rest of our family (Donald, Joyce, Cristina’s sister)…makes it difficult to know we’ll be separated, going about our own lives, knowing only what we can glimpse. Not to mention our rich cache of friends. We have some wonderful, wonderful friends. Needless to say, it can get a little tought emotionally.
But, the adventure of life is in taking chances. The best thing I can say here is that we honestly have looked before leaping. I expect a postitive adventure rather than a negative one. So, here’s to the quiet life.
Copyright 2005 by Greg Hubbard