I drove away from our property last week with tears in my eyes.
We've made the decision to sell a place our family has shared with three other families for the past 4 years. A large, peaceful property that has hosted many gatherings of families of friends. Where we all played games and then stargazed until well after dark. Where time slowed down in a way it rarely does in regular life. Where the connections made around a dinner table, on the golf course, over a competitive game of shuffleboard or on a long hike felt different than the ones we make at home.
It was the right decision. Financially it made sense. The shared ownership model was never quite perfect. And yet driving away I found myself wondering, did we make the right choice? Will we ever have something like this again?
And then something shifted in me.
I realized that the sadness I felt wasn't a sign that we made the wrong decision. It was a sign that we made something worth being sad about.
If it didn't hurt a little, it probably didn't matter very much.