This girl!Here's the backstory: the house we were leaving sold in 2 weeks and my husband had already moved to start his new job and he'd been scouring the local market to no avail for over a month. I sent listings to him nearly daily, but up until this point he had assured me nothing he had seen was suitable. I was home alone with a 3 year old and a dog and my despair.
Then, one fateful Tuesday (yes, I remember what day of the week it was) THIS house came on the market. I had those little heart palpitations of excitement as I looked over the listing and quickly sent it on to both my husband and our realtor with an urgent flag: get into this one IMMEDIATELY! Then I set off to pick up our son from preschool.When I returned home no one had responded to my URGENT online request, so I called and left URGENT phone messages. The realtor FINALLY responded (later that afternoon, but I was VERY anxious so it seemed like an unreasonable wait) that he had an appointment for Thursday. THURSDAY!!!! Like Wednesday just didn’t exist, you know???
I was on pins and needles until they FINALLY got in to see the place (36 hours of torture) to confirm my intuition…we had finally found “the one”! I was ready to hop in the car and drive 10 hours, but that is just not done when there is a toddler expecting preschool and a nap the next day and a dog needing to be fed and walked and such.Then the horrifying news that there was to be an OPEN HOUSE on Saturday!!! MY house could be stolen right out from under my nose before I ever even had the chance to see it! So I did what any reasonable person would do:
I authorized our realtor to make a full price offer that very night.You are probably the one suffering heart palpitations at this point in the story, right? But I am an intuitive person and I trusted my intuition. Luckily, our offer was accepted because some totally jerky idiot from the open house wanted to make an offer too but backed down when he heard there was already FULL PRICE on the table. What a jerk! (jk!)
Okay, now I secure appropriate care for the kid and pup and head up to see my dream home with a song in my heart. I meet up with my husband who drives us there (here) for the first time without the local realtor navigating and having mistakenly relied on Google maps to set our course. You see where this is going: we get lost.But not run-of-the-mill-I-made-wrong-turn lost, more like omg-have-we-entered-the-7th-circle-of-hell lost. We find ourselves on this weedy, bumpy, unpaved little rural road that seems to get narrower and narrower the further we drive and we literally keep having to stop because chickens and goats are wandering into our path (yes, I know what literally means. This is how it happened). Of course, my response to the apparent fact that I am about to move my life and child into some kind of outtake from Deliverance causes me to burst into hysterical tears.
I sat sobbing cooperatively as my husband tried to figure out where things went awry.But all’s well that ends well and we finally found MY house (on a PAVED street! In a LOVELY neighborhood! With NARY a chicken or goat in sight!) and now we have lived here nearly eight years. And, as an added bonus, the people we bought the house from have become good friends in a serendipitious turn of events, so we were doubly blessed. That, my friends, is intuition in overdrive and a very happy ending!
But there were a few bumps in the road on our way here, right? Literally.So now I tell you about that mysterious little chickeny, goaty trail we found ourselves on; it’s like the “ye olde fashione” version of a major bypass WITH THE SAME NAME which is why the splendidly helpful Google Maps mistakenly routed us that way. I am a big walker and walk almost daily the couple of miles to the entrance of this makeshift “road” and often warn drivers who have been given the same bad intel from the fine folks at Google to stay clear. It seems to be mainly a place where kids drive their ATV’s and possibly drink a few beers with the farm animals.
Then recently we had a big snowstorm and afterwards I was tromping my usual path and frankly fretting about my current life challenges. When I arrived at the trail of doom, I saw the plows had just piled up everything from the road I was on, totally blocking the entrance with a pile of snow taller than my head. And as I contemplated the icy wall, wondering how the chickens, goats and ATVer's would feel about all of this, I had the sudden thought: this obstacle is temporary.And then, upon further reflection, I decided that most ALL obstacles are temporary.
And in realizing this, I went about my way with a lighter heart, knowing that the obstacles in my life would eventually melt away like the snow, and I would see my way clear again. Or, as the common wisdom mandates, this too shall pass. But it is not quite that simple.Each day, as the snow melted more and more I imagined the obstacles in my own life getting smaller and smaller too. I felt a renewed sense of energy and faith. And then one day, sure enough, the wall of snow was completely gone; the obstacle had been removed.
As if to bring the point home, the ATVer’s had already driven their machines up over the last remaining hump of dirt the snow plow had left, mashing it to the ground with heavy tread. I felt liberated! And then I saw it: a brand new handmade sign that someone had tacked to a tree:PASS AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Yes, like the sort of thing you would see outside of a child’s fort or treehouse. Not the most uplifting end to my tale, I know. Yes, the obstacle was gone, but that means I have to move ahead now AT MY OWN RISK.And that’s how life is, isn’t it? We think IF ONLY there weren’t these OBSTACLES! But then when the obstacle no longer exists or is overcome, fear may still assert itself; just because the pathway has been cleared doesn’t mean we don’t still have trepidation about going forward. Going forward means being brave and being brave means there is always some risk involved. We know what we have to do, but will we be brave enough to do it?
Now to answer your questions: YES, all of this actually happened (literally). YES, my brain does work this way ALL the time and there is no such thing as “just” a melting pile of snow (or a cigar). And finally NO, I didn’t have buyer’s remorse having pulled the trigger on a house I had never seen. I trust my intuition; it has given me good reason.So the moral of the story is this…even on the path of intuition there will be obstacles; these obstacles are always temporary and are testing your resolve. And when these obstacles are overcome, bravery will still be required to move ahead. But if you can remember all of this, it will help keep you sane while you are on the path to your very own dream house, dream career, dream life.
In life, you pass at your own risk. But as Keirkegaard put it, “Without risk there is no faith.” And what is faith but making the biggest investment of your lifetime in something you have never actually laid eyes on?