Too Comfortable for Words

  The other day Montse and I were discussing the many delicate maneuvers required to disengage from years of living in our house.  It happened simple enough while looking on line she stumbled upon a charming apartment in New England.  It was big enough for our needs; it was nestled in a homey neighborhood in which there was a Whole Foods market within walking distance; there were many gyms, a doggie park along with bike and walking trail parks nearby.  In addition, there was access to pottery classes and folk music pubs should the notion to play at one struck me.  Not-only-that, as some would say, the place was all of twelve minutes away from my son and his wife’s home. It came very close to the notion of ideal.

  There’s a lot to be accomplished when considering uprooting from the South to the Northeast.  Items to sell; things to give away; along with if the house should be sold or rented out?  Yeah, all that pragmatic stuff calling for discussion on the Pro’s and the Con’s of each course of action.  Oddly, what I had not considered was the reality I could feel sneaking up on me; that reality was the feel of how it would feel to not be in this house.  I’ve lived here for over twenty years.  My son pretty much grew up in this house; as my own growth took place here as well. I felt a pang of reluctance to give up the security of this comfortable known.  Never mind my wife and I aching for a community of like minded citizens; the curious and creative people we knew lived, just not around here.  Never mind also the conversation of moving had been running for pretty much four years with no resolution placed into action; until now. 

  Now, we placed a mark on the calendar; next spring is our target put-the-house-on-the-market time; from there everything else is secondary. It's a little thrilling in the dread over the unknown sort of way.  Having a situation that might be imperfect but with plenty of room for comfortably familiar can dilute the most resolute of any intent.  The trick in worthwhile, is the risk…yes, dare to come out from the dark dungeon of negative possibilities befalling a gallant ideal.  Welcome instead, a new friend potential into the light of the here-and-now; where only the present world exist.