We all have dreams but not all of us follow them. It takes a lot of work and a bit of courage to pursue your dreams, the final result of a dream typically looks obvious but chances are there was a lot of legwork and risk-taking to arrive at that point.
I have briefly noted in previous columns that my sister and her husband were moving to North Carolina. They have spoke of these plans but I always considered them in the same way I did the space shuttle; cool idea but sounds long-term. My own perspective probably colored this attitude as I really like the area and rarely step outside my 23 mile perimeter.
A few months ago, the drums that drove this plan started to beat a bit more rapidly. At first, I heard of concrete plans to first have a large sale of their private property and then their home. I helped clean out my parent’s home when mom had passed and dad briefly went into a care facility. It was an exhausting task that never seemed to end. I worked for an auctioneer back in the 90’s and we did a lot of estate sales to include removal of all personal property from the home. I thought this experience would help but it was harder dealing with family property as emotions colored the decision of whether to keep something or throw it. Anyway, they performed the massive work and everything was removed from my sister’s place and later sold in a sort of industrial-sized garage sale.
I helped load up their personal property during which the question of what to keep had more immediate implications as it all had to fit in the truck. The decision-making process seemed to me to not have changed much since the day of the Conestoga wagon as items of daily living took precedence while only the most-important emotional talismans would make the trip. Hand-made items created by family, which had little use, had to bid for space with essential things like a coffee maker. It made me really see what Noah was up against when he loaded the Ark.
I enjoy cleaning things out, not so much the work as the feeling of accomplishment. It just feels like you’ve really changed the world when you clean something out and arrange it. Friends and family boxed nick-knacks and memories protected by bubble wrap while Mike and I arranged them in the moving truck.
Deb and Mike closed on their new home in North Carolina. We have a cousin there who has been the anchor for arranging things on the east end of this change in life. Deb and Mike already have friends there too so it isn’t like they just got off the boat. It is one big change, however.
I wondered what this meant to me. The experience made me feel kind of uplifted and not because I wanted Deb and Mike gone! I think it was the excitement of the experience of watching someone change their life. To create this dream, do the work to make it happen and have the courage in case it would fail was something I watched and admired. My vantage point made me think that many things are possible and important. I don’t plan any geographic movement but change comes in different forms, it was good to see one before I perform my own.