This summer I attended my 40-year class reunion in beautiful Kalispell, Montana. My first thoughts were that it would be more of a hassle than it is worth, but my parents acted like it would break their hearts if I didn’t attend, so I did. Basically we spent two very full days of driving, for one full day in town—and there were relatives who needed to be visited as well, plus a less than 6 month old puppy to take with us.
After diligently driving all day we arrived just in time to attend the first function. It was filled with decades of memories and emotions; laughter, tears, dating, studying, making really stupid mistakes and still laughing. The next day was the same, minus the driving.
In planning our trip back home, we decided to take our time and dawdle a bit and enjoy some of the small towns in between Seattle and Kalispell. Every little town that looked interesting we explored and we got a snapshot of a community,the people living there who were creating their own cherished memories. Since we had a puppy with us, we had to stop more often than usual, which forced us to explore more little nooks and crannies. We found a tiny little beach in eastern Washington that was tucked into the woods and overflowing with polite and happy families escaping the 90+ heat. The lake was called Fish Lake and it was near the childhood home of my husband Wayne. The lake was filled with fish; probably such good fishing that even a child could experience the tug on the line and the excitement of what he would find when he pull it from the water. As we hugged and walked back to the car I told him that day was even more fun than the reunion.
Whenever we visit my hometown, we drive by every house I lived in while growing up. As we drove through Spokane we did the same with all of Wayne’s childhood homes. It made me realize how our role in our client’s lives contributes to their own memories of home. I am so honored to be in this business, and proud to be with Coldwell Banker Bain, a company with a culture that respects the importance of what home means. We are, and always will be, a big part of that shared memory. This is a high calling and why we do what we do.
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