I’ve never been much of a sentimental kind of gal. No siree,
Missy. I trudge ahead, barreling forward rocketing into that great oblivion we
call the future.
I am not a
looking-back-kind of gal.
So it’s a bit odd that I’ve been waxing a bit poetic and been
a tad sentimental the past few days.
I recently sold a home owned by a former student of mine. At
closing, she got a bit teary-eyed, and then that got the escrow officer teary-eyed. But, I (who remained dry-eyed) scurried off to locate a box of Kleenex. Finding none, I returned with a napkin I rustled up from the break room.
The sale was an emotional one for my client because it had
been her first home. While she dearly loved that house, she needed to move on.
As I was driving back to the office, I made a mental note to
start bringing Kleenex to closings because this (ad)venture in real estate has
always been more than just selling houses.
We sell memories, bringing the promise of new ones and new
dreams.
And, at least for me, it’s a moment, a glimpse, a condensed vignette of a
life moving forward with faith in the future.
I thought about my client again as I drove on down the road and realized I will always see
her as that young teenager sitting on a blanket listening to Tom Petty belting out “Runnin’ Down a Dream.”
But isn’t that what we do throughout our lives? We're all just
running down a dream… goin’ wherever it leads…
