I’ve been in the US for about 2 1/2 weeks. It’s nice to be home.
Jason and I have decided to sell our house in Utah. We have owned this home for 13 years. We bought it 6 years before we joined the Foreign Service. We rented it out for 6 years with the understanding that our renters had to leave for 4-6 weeks when we came home in the summer. It has worked well. Our kids have loved coming back to their childhood home, sleeping in their old beds, in their old sheets; seeing their old childhood friends. They have been able to come home and be normal American kids for a few weeks every summer. This house has been a blessing.
But Jason and I both agree it’s time to sell.
I arrived in Utah on July 1st and I have been madly trying to get the house ready to sell. The house officially went on the market this past Saturday with an open house. I had been madly running around all morning, taking care of last minute details before the open house started. Everything seemed to go wrong. I was on the verge of a breakdown. Jason was flying in from Johannesburg and just as the open house was about to begin, I had to leave to pick him up from the airport.
Then, as I went out to the car, I realized that I had a flat tire. It was the last straw!
Just then, our dear neighbor Dave I. drove by. He could see I was in major distress and he pulled over and stopped his car. He didn’t ask if I was ok or what was wrong. All he said was, “Erin, what do you need me to do?!”
It was exactly what I needed at that very moment.
I told him my tire was flat. He told me to leave him the keys and he would take care of it. And he did.
I was able to pick up Jason from the airport and the open house went off without a hitch. Last night we accepted a full offer on the house. Just before I leave to return to South Africa in a few weeks, we’ll have movers come and take all our stuff to storage. We’re hoping to purchase a condo in the next couple of years; something with no yards that will easier to maintain from overseas.
Selling the house has been bitter-sweet. We know it’s what we need to do, but it’s closing the door on a chapter of our lives. A lot has happened in this house; a lot of live has been lived here. It will be especially hard to say goodbye to neighbors; especially neighbors who, many times throughout the years have asked, “What do you need me to do?!”
This is a great neighborhood, and we will miss it dearly.