Life sure is unpredictable. Or I should say, teenagers are. Yesterday my sister and I decided to take our homes off the market until after the beginning of the year, and postpone our move to Virginia Beach. Housing sales are slow in the fall, and with the overall slump in the market, offers have been coming in quite low. Yesterday I told my son (who has been vigorously resisting this move for the last several months, insisting he had to stay close to his friends). His face fell — said he was disappointed and really wanted the house to sell and “to get out of this small town!”
It’s hard to know what’s true with teens because they tend to say black when you say white, but I’m feeling pretty disappointed at the moment that he may actually, finally, be on the same page as we are, and we can’t move forward yet on our plans.
Sigh….
Today I’ll be considering what I can learn from this, and (perhaps) what the “grander” scheme being served by this turn of events could possibly be, but at the moment I’m feeling a little stuck.
Hopefully a more empowering perspective tomorrow!
With love,
Mary Lou
