Tonight I arrived home and there it is…the sign…the “For Sale” sign. I immediately went out to the garage, grabbed my small shovel and dug a small hole, and taking my statue of St. Joseph, buried it between the sign and the information box. After a day of looking at the website listing’s visual tour, and knowing the sign would be in the yard when I got home, it was a bit surreal. I’ve known this day was coming for several weeks, and certainly Parker and I have prepped the house for several weeks. Yet, there it was, The Sign.
The sign represents so much, actually. It’s not just the solicitation for a real estate transaction. It is, in essence, a sign of the ending of a relationship, one we thought would last forever. It is a sign that it’s time to move…on…with life, with our individual hopes, our individual dreams. It’s a sign of the incredible amount of work and change that I’ve gone through in the last year. It’s a sign of strength, courage, decisiveness. Peace.
Here’s my confession: The vision of the real estate sign in my yard this evening was absolutely a surreal experience for me. Burying the statue, complete with faith that this house WILL sell, and it will sell quickly. Quickly, I suppose, is a subjective term, but I believe when the time is right, God will allow the sale. It is certainly a bittersweet road I’m traveling right now. On the one hand, I wish that life hadn’t turned out the way it has for Parker and me. Yet, on the other hand, I know, in my heart of hearts, that better days, better experiences and more are just around the bend for both of us. This house is just a shell. It’s a shelter. Now, it is looking for new owners, while I look for a new place to call my own. The day, I believe, is quickly approaching when I’ll once again pack up my belongings, and settle into a life that’s already begun for me. The Sign is a reminder of good things to come. The Sign is a reminder that I’m a work in progress. The Sign confirms that a chapter in the lives of Parker and Keller is ending, but it also confirms that there are still pages, chapters, perhaps even volumes to be written both as friends and former companions, and also individually, as two people moving forward.
The sign represents so much, actually. It’s not just the solicitation for a real estate transaction. It is, in essence, a sign of the ending of a relationship, one we thought would last forever. It is a sign that it’s time to move…on…with life, with our individual hopes, our individual dreams. It’s a sign of the incredible amount of work and change that I’ve gone through in the last year. It’s a sign of strength, courage, decisiveness. Peace.
Here’s my confession: The vision of the real estate sign in my yard this evening was absolutely a surreal experience for me. Burying the statue, complete with faith that this house WILL sell, and it will sell quickly. Quickly, I suppose, is a subjective term, but I believe when the time is right, God will allow the sale. It is certainly a bittersweet road I’m traveling right now. On the one hand, I wish that life hadn’t turned out the way it has for Parker and me. Yet, on the other hand, I know, in my heart of hearts, that better days, better experiences and more are just around the bend for both of us. This house is just a shell. It’s a shelter. Now, it is looking for new owners, while I look for a new place to call my own. The day, I believe, is quickly approaching when I’ll once again pack up my belongings, and settle into a life that’s already begun for me. The Sign is a reminder of good things to come. The Sign is a reminder that I’m a work in progress. The Sign confirms that a chapter in the lives of Parker and Keller is ending, but it also confirms that there are still pages, chapters, perhaps even volumes to be written both as friends and former companions, and also individually, as two people moving forward.
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