I received a call from my Mom last night. She told me she accepted an offer to sell the house I grew up in. She retired and moved down to Florida about a year ago, so it doesn’t make sense keeping it. Especially since she just finished paying off the mortgage, only to turn around and take out another to finance her new life in Florida. She tried convincing my brother and me that one of us should keep it, but neither one of us can ever imagine moving back to Long Island. And even if we did (about as likely as the return of MacGyver, which I am still waiting for), we probably wouldn’t move back into our childhood home. It’s a very modest (i.e. small) condominium, and although it served us well, it’s a place we grew out of, not one we can grow into.
My Mom is pretty upset about selling her “home”. It’s a somewhat sad event for me too (and I’m sure for my brother as well, even though he denies it), but I’m trying to view it as what it is - just another step on the ladder of life. For my Mom though, I think it represents a lot more. As a single Mother raising two children on a public servant salary, making the mortgage payment was always her top priority, and often a huge concern. In fact, I remember my Mom’s biggest fear always being “to be homeless”. When I was younger, I just assumed my Mom had a soft spot in her heart for homeless people, especially because we often bought food for them. In reality, she herself (with my brother and I) was only 1-2 paychecks away from being homeless, hence her fright. Thankfully, she (we) made it. It wasn’t always ever easy, but she never missed a payment. The funny thing is that as she’s gotten older, I think “elevators” has probably climbed it’s way to the top of her fear list, but I’d bet the homeless concern is a very close second, even though she is more financially secure at this point. I suppose after you live with a fear for so long, it becomes hard to shake.
Anyway, it’s a strange feeling to know that you can no longer go back to the place you grew up. It’s definitely a loss of some sort, but I can’t exactly put it into words. Regardless, rather than getting stuck on the “loss” part of it, I want to congratulate my Mom for her “gain”. She maintained ownership of that home for my entire life to date, and she did it against all the odds. In succedding, she has gained admiration, respect, gratitude, awe, love, memories, and most importantly, a family with a tight bond. Those are things that the sale of a property can never take away.
Well done, Mom!!! Sell and move on. Upward and onward.