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?
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