Déjà vu
Last night, as the temps went from 20 to 0 degrees, we had a déjà vu moment. Meeting with our realtor from now almost five years ago, Dianne Needle of the Needle Group, we reminisced over the buying process that brought us to Sharon.
This time around, we shared updates we had made to the house, stories of how we were welcomed to such a nice community and our intentions for moving. I can't speak highly enough of Dianne. She knows Sharon, Massachusetts so well and devotes so much time to her clients. She's creative in her marketing approach as well, and brings new light for what's to be loved about Sharon. Through her postings I have learned of new places and businesses I was unaware of and friendly faces in the neighborhood.
I couldn't help but to feel a little sad signing the agreement papers, narrowing down ways to stage the house, an open house and getting that much closer to the reality of our move. Dianne was completely understanding and speaking with her was just as if it was when we met her for the first time. Having someone who gets that emotion, in what is such a packed process, is really important.
"Is she buying the house? Can't we keep it?" our daughter asked that night by bedtime (in a more 4-year old, really cute tone of voice). Processing what it means that suddenly the four walls she's known since she was born, be transferred to a whole different place, is a new level of internalizing her surroundings that didn't yet occur to me. Psychologically, I find it amazing.
As a parent, I suddenly feel a tinge of guilt. Concerned mostly up till now about their transition to the Israeli school system, the sense of home to a child is completely different and one they see more readily unfolding before their eyes. Our son was under three when we moved, that he remembers some but not all that much.
I remember bits and pieces of what this felt like in my childhood.
Growing up my family moved from a small 1,260 square foot house to a larger 3,232 square foot home when I was 7 (almost exactly the age of our son). I remember the transition and on occasion, as I got older, we would drive past the old house. My sisters and I missed the backyard, the roses along the neighbor's fence and Molly the dog. Life seemed very simple with the kitchen my parents tiled, bathroom my father installed from scratch, wooden play bins we'd play hide-and-go-seek in and the mattress we'd use to slide down to the basement. But in time, memories were created at the new location. Friends would more easily come visit, the walk to shul was cut in half and we had a larger hill to sled down from the front stairs between the large two pine trees.
In a few months, we'll be saying goodbye to that home as well. To note, Josh's brother is pending a move and his aunt, my sister moved, mom is moving, we are moving and another sister hopes to be moving.
Everyone seems to be moving places! And as long as things continue in motion, it's all worth the effort and breathing.
PS - sorry to the bird house that didn't make it past the storm and squirrels. But clearly, you've moved too.
PPS - yes, Josh, you promised to help us all on the plane!💗
This time around, we shared updates we had made to the house, stories of how we were welcomed to such a nice community and our intentions for moving. I can't speak highly enough of Dianne. She knows Sharon, Massachusetts so well and devotes so much time to her clients. She's creative in her marketing approach as well, and brings new light for what's to be loved about Sharon. Through her postings I have learned of new places and businesses I was unaware of and friendly faces in the neighborhood.
I couldn't help but to feel a little sad signing the agreement papers, narrowing down ways to stage the house, an open house and getting that much closer to the reality of our move. Dianne was completely understanding and speaking with her was just as if it was when we met her for the first time. Having someone who gets that emotion, in what is such a packed process, is really important.
"Is she buying the house? Can't we keep it?" our daughter asked that night by bedtime (in a more 4-year old, really cute tone of voice). Processing what it means that suddenly the four walls she's known since she was born, be transferred to a whole different place, is a new level of internalizing her surroundings that didn't yet occur to me. Psychologically, I find it amazing.
As a parent, I suddenly feel a tinge of guilt. Concerned mostly up till now about their transition to the Israeli school system, the sense of home to a child is completely different and one they see more readily unfolding before their eyes. Our son was under three when we moved, that he remembers some but not all that much.
I remember bits and pieces of what this felt like in my childhood.
Growing up my family moved from a small 1,260 square foot house to a larger 3,232 square foot home when I was 7 (almost exactly the age of our son). I remember the transition and on occasion, as I got older, we would drive past the old house. My sisters and I missed the backyard, the roses along the neighbor's fence and Molly the dog. Life seemed very simple with the kitchen my parents tiled, bathroom my father installed from scratch, wooden play bins we'd play hide-and-go-seek in and the mattress we'd use to slide down to the basement. But in time, memories were created at the new location. Friends would more easily come visit, the walk to shul was cut in half and we had a larger hill to sled down from the front stairs between the large two pine trees.
In a few months, we'll be saying goodbye to that home as well. To note, Josh's brother is pending a move and his aunt, my sister moved, mom is moving, we are moving and another sister hopes to be moving.
Everyone seems to be moving places! And as long as things continue in motion, it's all worth the effort and breathing.
PS - sorry to the bird house that didn't make it past the storm and squirrels. But clearly, you've moved too.
PPS - yes, Josh, you promised to help us all on the plane!💗
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