I have not written much lately of The Ranch. That has been somewhat by accident, but also somewhat by intent.
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A short history: The Ranch is a property in Old Home (near where I grew up) which has been in our family since the late 1940's. This was where we went for years when I was growing up for holidays and over weekends. My mother went up there when she was a child; later my father joined her and so - literally - I have been going there my whole life.
In the late 1970's my parents and my maternal uncle and his wife bought the core of the property from my Aunt: the Ranch house with its outbuildings, a small cabin, and approximately 230 acres of which my parents purchased 90 acres after the property split. They built a home there in the early 2000's and spent the next 20 years there until age and disease forced them to move.
For years, my sister and I had an unwritten agreement: when the time came to separate the estate, I would get The Ranch and my sister would get the rest of the estate. We figured the amounts would be about the same.
For well on 30 years, this was the place that I kept dreaming of getting back to. The dream became harder when, in 2009, Hammerfall sent us packing halfway across the country. Suddenly a visit was not an relatively manageable drive, but rather a long haul by car or expensive haul by plane. Our visits dwindled: once a year, possibly twice a year.
But still, in my mind, The Ranch was my home.
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In June of 2020 I was able by a freak of fate called The Plague to be able to spend one week a month there - first to help my parents, then when they moved in early 2021, to make sure the place was more or less taken care of. That extended through 2021all the way to early 2024.
Then, two things happened in 2024.
The first was that - with the passing of my mother - the question of the estate became real, not a theoretical exercise. The second was that due to Hammerfall 3.0, we moved back across the country much closer to Old Home - but, with the move came a job that required me to be on site 5 days a week. My week of visits immediately compressed to a weekend at best - and by weekend, I meant not more than 30 hours from wheels down to wheels up.
A week in a place on a regular basis can hold the makings of normality. One long day once a month or once every two months does not. And so, when the thought came into my head in August of last year that I was getting tired of doing this, it was not as surprising as it might have been two years prior.
Which was followed, a month later, by a to that point heretical thought: What if I never moved back here? What if we sold The Ranch?
Somewhat attesting to my maturity (rather surprisingly) I did not dismiss this thought out of hand. I sat with it. I asked my sister if I could have until November to make a final decision. I reached out to The Ravishing Mrs. TB about it. I talked with what is my Brain Trust: The Outdoorsman, Rainbow, La Contessa, The Director, The Shieldmaiden, Uisdean Ruadh.
And I did a lot of thinking.
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The fundamental reality I was forced to confront was taking life as it is, not life as I would like it to be.
Assuming everything holds together (perhaps a silly thought, but we have to operate on some sense of normality), I have up to a decade of work left ahead me before I could think about retiring. I - above all people - know that circumstances happen that can disrupt where one lives and works without warning. And yet, one has to "be" somewhere.
I thought about the idea of 8 to 10 years of building a life somewhere, only to decide to lift it up one more time to move somewhere else. This past time, it was after living somewhere for 15 years and that was hard enough. I do not relish the idea of doing it again. And, as I have related over the past 16 months, there are "signs" that this is where I am meant to be, at least for now: a church where I have "spoken to" more than once, a dojo in my iaijutsu style that is only one of a handful in the United States.
And there were practical applications as well. Frankly, we are reaching the point where things like reliable medical care need to be a thing. And quick medical care, not 40 minutes from the hospital (as it is at The Ranch). And an airport within an hour of the house, as likely our children will never live near us so we will have to go to them.
But most of all, something had changed. In me.
I cannot fully tell you what it was. But something changed between March and August of 2024, something that skewed the cant of my life away from a place I had been going to my whole life towards something unknown. It was fueled in part by the realization that for more years than I can count, I have always been between places, between New Home 2.0 and The Ranch or now New Home 3.0 and The Ranch. Going and coming, but never enough to build a life or make connections. I found that perhaps, for the first time, I was willing to admit that like Bilbo Baggins, I was stretched thin, like butter scraped over toast thinly.
And so, I told my sister that it was time.
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This has, of course, set off unexpected ripples as well. The Cowboy and The Young Cowboy have started the process of winding down their operations there. Uisdean Ruadh is aware of the sale; I have advised him as strongly as possible that he should probably be ready to start looking for a new place. My Aunt and Uncle and Cousin have started discussions on what it will look like when the property that is largely shared - the meadows, for example, have to be delineated and separated.
Even if done gently, the ripples do unintentional harm.
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How do I feel about this decision 9 months in? At peace, perhaps surprisingly. The biggest challenge - just making the decision - is done. Now events are on a process, if not on a timeline, and will run their course.
I confess that in this I have been strangely comforted by FOTB (Friend Of This Blog) Juvat from Chant de Depart. He and his wife ("Mir. J") have been going through their own preparations of sale for a property that I believe they thought they would be at for many more years, fueled by their own realization that things and priorities were changing for them as well. In a way, I feel better about the ability to face a changing situation - and make a choice, something which long time readers know is a difficult thing for me.
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This weekend finds me back at The Ranch again for a weekend stay - perhaps my last weekend stay, as everything that was in the house that we did not remove for ourselves is gone in an estate sale and dumpsters - the pictures of the house the real estate agent has posted are jarring. I have a few items in the Master Bedroom closet I need to pack up and take down to the Barn, the temporary storage location until we move them into storage, which really should happen before the end of the year.
I have still have trips on the books once a month to fly there for a Saturday. I have no idea what there will be for me to do at this point; the realtor is taking care of a lot of things now and with the potential for a client visit at any time, likely the last thing he wants there is a random visitor on the property. But my friends are still there, and my Aunt and Uncle, and my sister and The Outdoorsman of course, so there is no reason not to keep going.
But in the back of my mind I now know that there will come a day where there will be one last trip that will be unlike any other, the last time that I will walk that land as someone that belongs there, not someone that is visiting there. I cannot tell you what that visit will be like, although I suspect it will be a mixture of relief and regret.
And what then? I do not fully know. I do not know that here in New Home 3.0 is where "home" will be (although I do feel strongly called here). What I do know is that, perhaps for the first time in a very long time, there will be a sense that "this" really is where I am.
That change in Home when the parent's property is sold can be a cold splash of water to the psyche when it happens TB. Life happens, priorities and needs change and ....well......there is a dumpster in the driveway then the sale document is being signed and the final tie is cut except for photos and memories. On your last visit take as many memory shots as you can TB, yah the cell phone can be used too........:)
ReplyDeleteNylon12, I have to confess to you that there was a moment right before I talk with my sister that I rethought the whole thing. I was there with The Ravishing Mrs. TB that weekend, and we walked through the whole thing again. What she pointed out to me was the practical and financial ramifications. Simply put, there was just no way that we could make it work. Once that decision was made, everything else sort of flowed. We chose a real estate agent who took care of all of the cleanup and cleaning out of the house after we've gotten the things that we wanted, which I am grateful for because I think I would have dithered a great deal on it.
DeleteI will take as many pictures as I can; we will get to go see my aunt and uncle for a time yet so it's not like we will never be there again. But I am also realistic that as time goes on, I am going to want to spend more and more time in the place I actually live.
This seems like the logical conclusion (maybe unknowingly you’d foreshadowed this idea out for us-your readers-over the past few years. I’ve been reading and rarely posting for years-and wondering how this part of your story would actually end. It’s very hard to give up a dream and part with familial lands. I know this decision wasn’t taken lightly and yet while being a necessary relief, while still leave a sting. This is most assuredly “attesting to my maturity”-something I still lack when dealing with a dream that’s become too big to ever manage properly. I’m proud of you for taking proper next steps and not diving further into denial and false optimism. Thanks for sharing your journey.
ReplyDeleteAnon - thanks so much for your kind words and faithful reading over the years. Writers always like to be read, and I am glad you have spent the time with me.
DeleteI probably foreshadowed things more than I know. I should look back and see if the foreshadowing happened before I made the decision in November or if it was at that point. Perhaps even the fact that I did not write about it as much was a certain indicator.
It is hard to give up on a dream like this, and yet I am surprised how relatively easily it went once the final decision was made. To be honest with you, I have not revisited it in my mind once since that initial time. I do think that part of that has to do with a habit I seem to have picked up years ago, which is when I am done with something, I am done. Even though I don't always acknowledge that fact, sometimes for years.
I will say that very wise people have often commented that you cannot move onto the next thing until you are done with the current thing. I have to confess I am somewhat excited now to see what that next thing is.
When dad passed, he'd put a reverse mortgage on the homestead we grew up in. There were renters there. None of us could wrangle the debt needed to take it over... We sold what we could of the stuff and let the bank have the house. It was a shell after mom passed, then became a stranger after dad passed. It breaks my heart to see what the place looks like now on satellite. But cutting ties allows tighter focus on "here".
ReplyDeleteSTxAR - Today will likely be the most jarring as I go and the house is completely empty. It will become easier as it goes.
DeleteHonestly, after it is gone, I do not think I will have the heart to look via satellite.
I need a focus on a "here" where I can put down some semblance
of roots.
I still remember visiting my grandmother's home with the rest of the family after she passed. Her scent lingered still; the old lady perfume she always wore. But her home seemed to collapse on itself without her there. It suddenly became tiny after she was gone, not the large home where a family of 5 grew up and so many memories were made. So fast to say, but so much life condensed in a few words. A couple of months later, the house was sold, and the wealthy new owner tore it down and built a home that almost covered the entire block. When I drive past these days, it means nothing, just the odd tingle of memory that is stirred by the rest of the street. Her home is gone. The spots I rode my skateboard as a child have not. The exact same thing happened to my other grand parents home twenty years before. Something lingers in memory, but it's jarred out of place. I think these massive changes leave the equivalent of a scar in your mind. Almost a callous, but the memory toughens, but running a finger over the scar from an old injury still tingles a bit with remembered pain and the roughened skin brings a smile. I survived. Sometimes regrets arise at 3:00 am that the family sold my grandmothers house. It would have tripled in value in the 15 years since. But it was not my place or decision.
ReplyDeleteAnon - Thank you for sharing your story.
DeleteI am sure like you, after the house sells and I drive up to see my aunt and uncle I will have a similar experience to what you express. The scar analogy is very appropriate: If I linger just a little bit on the memories now I suddenly think a lot about what might have happened, but never did.
There is a case to be made that if I truly wanted this to happen, the decision for that would have been made many years ago, and would have involved a very different path than the one I have taken. I cannot go back and change the past, Nor do I begrudge the decisions that were made. But I have learned at great cost the idea that planning for something sometimes involves years in advance, not just on the spur of the moment. By that time, it is too late.
When an idea has been a part of one's plans and thinking for so long, it must seem strange to end up letting it go. Still, your decision was well thought out and I'm guessing new plans and goals will take its place.
ReplyDeleteLeigh, it did seem strange. Honestly, that is why I asked my sister for the ability to think about it for a couple of months. I wanted to make sure it was not just a spur of the moment decision but something that truly made sense. I have to admit now on the backside it really feels like I made the right decision. And honestly, this opens up the potential for new sorts of adventures and plans that would not have been possible if we had committed to keeping The Ranch.
DeleteI am very sympathetic to your plight as I have been and still am going through something similar though on the opposite side of the scale. It is much too complicated to try to explain in a comment section so I won't, but I do understand the emotions of making such a large decision and understanding how life changes how we perceive things that we thought were more permanent in nature.
ReplyDelete"How life changes how we perceive things that we thought were more permanent in nature".
DeleteThat is precisely it, Ed. In this case this (outside of my family) is the remaining longest continuous thing in my life, and now it is going away.
I will say that once the decision was made, the emotional portion became much easier to deal with - because there is nothing to be changed about the decision. I can feel sad or adrift at times, but that does not change the fact that every day brings us one day closer to the sale eventually being closed.
Good thoughts and comments all. I'll be the one to be inappropriately sad. Feels like another valued blogger died. What an odd thing to think. I'm likely borrowing emotions because of the fall of FUSA, which is a big sad to me.
ReplyDeleteGood to hear you're handling it well. Having a big chunk of cash will certainly give you options, opportunities and some financial security.
T_M, I do not know that you are wrong in that sense. I have written about The Ranch almost as long as I have had a blog; in that sense, it has been a presence and a person here.
DeleteWe will certainly see what the next steps are. Honestly, at this point I am ready for a year of not going much of anywhere and just being here for a while.