My last couple of posts have had a 'sky is falling' tone, reflecting a combination of frustration over oil prices and this country's leadership. Sometimes, though, I lose sight of the forest for the trees. Yesterday (Saturday) was just beautiful here — a hot summer day, clear, green and with lots in bloom. On my travels yesterday I ran into a number of folks I'd sold homes to over the past few years. Our chats weren't about oil prices, real estate values, property taxes or gas leases. We chatted about how beautiful the day was and how happy they were in their houses. I met a couple of babies and toddlers I hadn't met before, too. One proud parent said, "She (their toddler) met her first cow today when we were up walking in the field behind our house" and that Mom's smile couldn't have been any wider.
Sometimes I lose sight of what having a house here in the country is all about — your child seeing their first cow up close, diving into a mountain lake on a hot summer day, stopping the car for a flock of wild turkeys crossing the road, biting into a fresh tomato that you grew and hefting your five year old onto your shoulders to watch the Callicoon Tractor Parade.
At the end of the day, whether my clients bought a top end trophy farmhouse or a little ranch on an acre or two, its not so much about the house, but what having a house here lets you experience.