I’m sitting here in a brand new house feeling nostalgic…
It’s my first full day sitting in the new Mockingbird Crossing model home, and I have all these mixed emotions.
There’s still a lot of work going on in here… painters are doing some touch-ups… movers are adding and subtracting furniture and rugs according to the interior designer’s spreadsheets... and there’s no internet yet.
Since it seems most everything I do on a daily basis involves the internet, this morning I packed up two books and all of my paystubs from this year so I can start organizing my tax stuff. (I’m also typing this in Word with the intention of posting it when I get home tonight.)
I feel guilty thinking about sitting here reading while everyone around me is frantically working… and sweating… it’s warm in here. (Something about the air conditioner could freeze if we turn it down while so many doors are open for the movers…. I need to know more about this freezing AC thing as I like to have my house at a comfortable temperature AND have the doors open. ..) So, since I can’t yet bring myself to sit here staring at the pages of a book, I’m slowly working on my taxes.
As I flip through all of my paystubs – which bear my clients’ names and their addresses… I’m reminded of the business I left behind when I moved. Sometimes I had closings three or four days in a row… or three closings in one day! Sure, it’s absolutely gorgeous here in Florida, and yes I love every minute that I’m here, but have I made a horrible mistake leaving so many good people and such a successful business?
My Florida real estate career is off to a much slower start than I anticipated – and I sit here – in what is essentially an 8-hour open house with no AC and no internet… and can’t help but feel a little self-doubt.
So, I’m reminiscing about my hearty client list and reliable income all the while breathing in construction dust (a smell that I actually LOVE). Art work is leaning against every wall, and “accessories” – there’s no other word for them - are sitting everywhere, just waiting to be skillfully placed on a table or shelf. I want so badly to grab one of the 3’ tall seahorses and put it on top of the counsel table in this little office room. It also sounds like there may be an extra rug or two – which would be nice in here…
So now I’m thinking back to the time I spent (living down here) ten years ago working for an interior designer. Although, the accessories of today are SO MUCH better than they were 10 years ago! I want a do-over (or maybe not quite).
Real quick, I have a story: One of my favorite interior design days was filling the “library” of a spec home we were furnishing. We went to - it wasn’t GoodWill - but something like that and bought four shopping carts FULL of hardback books. The back of our van was sagging by the time we loaded all the books. When we got back to the house, we tore off all of the dust jackets – tossing them aside in the van as we went. When we were done undressing all the books, stacking them, and color coordinating them; the discarded, torn dust jackets filled the entire space in the back of the van. Thankfully there was an elevator in the house so we didn’t have to carry all those books up the three spiraling flights of stairs…
That's all I've got for today.
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