My parents sent back the paperwork to sell their house to the airport last week. A few weeks ago they called me and said that they had gotten a letter from the airport saying that it was time. See... they've been in the airport buy-out zone for about 20 years or so. I remember the first time they found out that they had been put in that 'zone'. My parents took us out and looked at houses, only to find out that we weren't actually being bought right then.
After that, the "panic" of it calmed down and for every rumor that it the airport was finally going to buy the house, we just started laughing. I honestly never thought it would happen. They bought houses... just not my parents' street. Jeff & Peggy had to move, but not all the over to my parents. They hadn't bought a single house. So ya... being in the "zone" kind of became a joke. Unless you wanted to sell your house to someone else and then you found out that the "zone" made your property worth way less than it should be. Then they gave you special help if you wanted to sell your house before they were ready to buy it.
My parents... or should I say my Dad... has never really wanted to sell the house. In recent years, my Mom would find out about new condos being built and I'd go with her and we'd look at them. We'd get information. Sometimes she'd even get Dad to go look at them too, but his response was always the same... "That will be nice to move into when the airport buys us."
And by that point, we all figured THAT was never happening.
Well, Lizzie across the street died in January. And we all figured that her son would call the airport and see if they would buy her house. I just don't think that anyone expected them to say yes. But they did. And I told myself, "Well, that makes sense. Lizzie died, so the airport is just willing to buy it from the estate."
Apparently, though, this sent a wave through the neighborhood and phone calls started going to the airport. They were actually buying one of the houses! Maybe they would buy ours now too? My Dad was one of the callers. Ya... really. I was shocked! I really thought he'd be on the porch with a shot-gun if they ever came to buy the house.
So my parents are moving. And I won't have a home anymore. I mean, I have my home with Jerry and Gabriel, but no place to "go home" to. The new house won't be my home. Heck, I probably won't even get to see it until they've lived there for months.
And my biggest fear this morning... what if something happens to Jerry overseas? Where will I go? Will it be big enough for Gabriel (and any other kids we have) and I if I need to come "home" again? What will happen to us? I used to know that answer to those questions. I'd go home. I'd stay in my old room and my kid(s) would stay in the other spare room for a few months until I could get back on my feet. What now? Will there be room for us?
I'm being a really big baby. I'm almost 34 years old. Who cries at 34 because Mommy & Daddy are moving? Seriously... I guess this is just one of those times when I need my "big girl panties" (pardon the expression). I know the Lord will take care of us. I know he'll take care of my Mom & Dad, too. That house is just a house.
It was just my house, though. For my whole life so far. And I'm not really ready to lose it.
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