583 days. That is not the DOM (days-on-market) of a property I looked at (although I have seen a few homes that have lingered on the market for that long in years past) but the number of days I did not get to see my family.
The Covid-19 pandemic kept me busy, Real Estate was hopping, the kids were distant-learning from home, and we added a new puppy to the mix. But still, my heart was always missing a piece.
For so many years - two decades now - I have lived in the US and traveled back to Germany once or twice a year... never once considering that I may not be allowed to do so one day.
Never once did it occur to me that international borders could be shut down and we would have no way to get to our family, and no idea when it would be possible again.
When you have aging parents, one with Parkinson's disease, fear sets in and what-if thoughts creep up on the daily.
Today though, my heart is all smiles. After 583 days I got to hug my parents again and marvel over how much taller my nephews have gotten. After 583 days I am back at my old desk in my old room overlooking the castle that dates back to 1736 (the old tower and church on the castle grounds are from the 12th century), checking emails, following up on a contract and doing some research to point a seller client in the right direction.
If there is one thing I would like for you all to take away from this post, then it is this: make time to hug your family.
P.S. the Real Estate market in Germany has been just as hot! Inventory is limited, bidding wars and escalations the norm. Interest rates, however, are even lower - much lower - imagine that!