This For Sale sign went up last week. No, it's not ours; it's the one next door to us. After sitting empty for more than four years, it will be nice to have it occupied again. When the husband of the couple who owned it last died suddenly of a heart attack, it went into foreclosure where it languished far longer than it should have. It's a great house, originally built by our friends Hiram and Bonnie, and it deserves a family who will love and appreciate it.
Someone bought it at the foreclosure sale and has spent the past six months renovating it with the intent to flip it. Me? I'm glad the nasty pool water and the frogs who lived in it are gone and that the landscape will no longer be neglected. Wayne and a neighbor took turns mowing the lawn for two summers to keep it from being more overgrown than it was. The home looked sad and forgotten for too long.
I'm hoping for a friendly, retired couple to match us and the homeowners across and down the street for several houses but there are younger families with kids going the other way so the new residents will fit in either way. There have been lookers already so maybe new neighbors will be coming soon.
This For Sale sign went up last week too. No, it's not our house either but it belongs to my best friend Charlotte. My walks around the neighbor won't be the same after they move as several times a week Charlotte and I solve the world's problems and rehash our favorite television shows as we cruise the streets together.
Charolotte and I have a long history together...since 1992 actually. She and her husband Michael built here not long after we did then moved when Michael's job took him first to Cincinnati and then Houston before testing retirement in Naples. In the end, however, they came back to Pace. After eleven years, a bigger city is again calling Michael's name so a move is in the works.
I'm adjusting to the idea that she's going and I'm staying. We've proven, however, that our friendship endures even when she's several states away instead of just several blocks. We've joked that we'll have to coordinate our walks for the same time so we can talk on the phone while we each hoof our way around our respective neighborhoods.
True friendship is not being inseparable; it's being separate and nothing changes.
I think I'll have that framed as a going-away gift...for both of us.