Have you ever made a decision that seemed so right at the time and then found yourself not able to follow through?
Nearly two years ago, the hubby and I purchased a unit in a mid rise condo that was to begin construction shortly thereafter. The decision made perfect sense as it would allow us to lock and leave when we headed to Maine and we’d be down sizing and ridding ourselves of all responsibility maintaining a home.
The fact that the place wouldn’t be ready for a while gave us plenty of time to prepare. For weeks we went through the house throwing away, giving away and selling everything that didn’t seem essential. I packed box after box of things that would go with us to the new place. We spruced up the yard, painted the interior with a non threatening neutral palette, removed everything but the barest essentials in preparation to sell.
Not until the For Sale sign went up did I give a second thought to moving. Then the reality hit me and I realized that leaving the house and the neighborhood was more of a challenge for me than anticipated. Still, I went on thinking it was the right thing to do.
So, what happened? A couple of days before we left for Maine in May we did a walk through the new place. It was hard to tell much about the unit as it was barely more than framed in, but I knew every square inch from having studied the floor plan for months. As we walked through the space, tears started trickling as I couldn’t imagine myself there no matter how lovely the building, how convenient the location, how fun it would be to meet new people.
To make a long story short, I announced I wasn’t moving. The hubby was somewhat taken aback though not totally surprised as I’d been saying for several weeks that I didn’t think I could move. Still, it was awkward and created some tension, but we immediately took our house off the market and went to Maine where we proceeded to enjoy time there without thinking about what would happen in Houston.
So, here we are back in Houston where we had to revisit the decision and face the reality of it. Right or wrong, we are staying in place. The last of the boxes I had so carefully packed has been unloaded, and both the hubby and I are content to stay in our new look place that for the time being is well organized and uncluttered. What happens with the condo is still up in the air, but it’ll all work out.
Though I have some regrets about what has happened, the outcome seems so right. Maybe some things are just not meant to be. At some level, even the hubby is thinking that as well which is a very good thing!