When we announced a move-across-town early this fall I heard a couple of stories from family about how they had experienced their moves. My sister had moved from Ontario, Canada, to Iowa, leaving a well-loved home, but didn’t find it emotionally difficult–or at least didn’t admit to it. On the other hand, my sister-in-law found it hard to leave her house which was in the same town in which she’d grown up, but found an instant cure when, returning to her old house the same day she moved to retrieve something or other, saw that the new folks had already ripped out her carpet. “I knew just then it wasn’t my home anymore.” Us? We bought a house, then had to fix up our other one in order to list, then sweated out the “for sale” period, then accepted a fairly lengthy closing–a somewhat risky and backwards approach. Ah, the strange impulses of usually indecisive people–still, it’s been more than worth it.
I’d love to hear more stories . . .