Jon used to watch the children’s program The Big Comfy Couch over and over and over again. There was this one episode where they sang this song about getting on the train of imagination. There was one line which has been in my head for weeks:
“We don’t know where we’re going, but we’ll be there soon. We don’t know where we’re going but we’ll be there soon.”
It’s how I feel about this moment in life right now.
The sale of our house has been met with such positivity, so many cheers of Congratulations! that I feel a little wrong in saying that for me it’s been, if anything, anticlimactic. Yes, it’s something we’ve waited on for a long time. But at the same time, it’s come with the price of waiting yet again.
And boy, waiting is hard.
Even if you aren’t looking to buy or sell a house right now, you’d have to be completely cut off from the world to not know the insanity of the market right now. Houses are selling for tens of thousands over their value. Open houses are creating bidding wars. And the pickings are slim.
And this silly little song keeps playing in the back of my mind whenever I start to get anxious about these things.
We don’t know where we’re going, but we’ll be there soon. We don’t know where we’re going, but we’ll be there soon.
Our last time leaving our house together
I can’t explain it, but every time I think to myself, “What will we do?” or “Where should we look?” and “What should we look for?”, the song begins to play. A mantra I didn’t know I needed, that my mind has defaulted to whenever I begin to worry about the future.
Even though it isn’t the way I would’ve written this part of my story, and I definitely don’t know where we’re going, I know one thing: we’ll be there soon.
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