It's 5 am and I'm awake again. (The older I get, the earlier I rise.) Admittedly, there's been a lot on my mind what with an active Spring Market and the pressure that invariably brings, so sleep is a commodity of which I am in short supply. With too little inventory from which to choose, the expectations from both Buyers and Sellers have never been more demanding. As a result, we are all feeling varying degrees of concern, worry, and sleeplessness.
Here's what's left of my garage. Now that the home renovation is all but complete -save for a few tweaks here and there - it's time to get cracking on the exterior. In fact, I had hoped to begin months ago. (I apologize to my neighbors for the the ongoing dust and chaos.)
My son, Tristan, has returned from his freshman year at Colgate University in Hamilton NY. Admittedly, I hadn't wanted my youngest to select a college 3000 miles away, but he wasn't (at all) interested in my thoughts on the subject. In fact, there was probably some covert eye rolling accompanying his requests for me to please let him decide. (Isn't butting-in a mother's prerogative?)
"Love means never having to say your sorry."
Yeah, that may be the line Ali MacGraw famously uttered in Love Story, but for those of us who have been in relationships longer than a few weeks, we knowthis sentiment is nothing more than Hollywood fluff. (Cliff and I just celebrated 26 years of marriage, which in runner's terms, equates to a near marathon and you better believe we've each learned to say "I'm sorry" along the way).
Julie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 18 years and has published more than 670 essays on life and real estate.