We can’t be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don’t have something better.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Not my house.
Lately, I have been thinking of living so far removed from our families. The difficulties. Especially our grandchildren. Sometimes it feels like we have become strangers to them. Even replaced, by others, who are closer. Did we make the right decision to move?
We lived in a very safe, nice, neighborhood in a Dallas suburb. In a large house. Too large for two people. It was the house Dennis and his ex-wife raised their family in. It never felt like my house. Try as I might, it would never be mine.
“Wow. Somebody lives up there.”
We visited Eureka Springs in 2013 and fell in love with the quaint, quirky, little mountain town. We’d look up at a mountainside house in the night woods and exclaim, “Wow, somebody lives up there.” At the close of each visit, we dreaded the return to the Dallas metro area.
It was always the same question, as we pulled into the driveway, “Why do we still live here?”
But how could we leave our children? Our grandchildren?
We were always there when they needed us. All the things that grandparents do when living close by. Sleepovers, cooking meals, keeping the pets, going to dance recitals, school events, baseball, soccer, volleyball, basketball, etc. games. Everything in those grandparent commercials about the good life in, “those golden years.”
Ultimately, “this is your time.”
We struggled with the decision for months. It would be so easy to stay safe. Secure in our old neighborhood and ways. No risk, no danger. No disappointment for our children. No guilt.
Then a friend told Dennis to think of it this way. “This is your time; you have raised your families. You have worked long and hard. Your families will be fine. If not now, when? Don’t wait until it’s too late.” He and his wife were at the same point. They were moving into a motor coach and embracing a full-time RV lifestyle. Whoa. Puts a move 400 miles away from Dallas into a little perspective.
Wooed away by the magic.
We knew leaving the Dallas area would be better financially. And personally. We were newlyweds. We needed our own home. Our first home. We were free to go anywhere. But we agreed we would not go too far. Eureka Springs is only a 6-hour drive from Dallas. Not too far for visits. You think?
Then we saw the house on Vine. In the woods. On a mountainside. Garage and street 35 feet above the house. Remember, “Wow, somebody lives up there?” We were done. Wooed away by the magic.
To be continued.