Thank you to Steven Blair for the photograph above from this morning’s Little Stone Church service.
Let’s start with the good news.
We sold our condo last week.
It IS GOOD news. When we began this journey in the spring by putting our condo on the market, the intent was to sell it, go home and sell our lake house in Georgia, and then buy what would be our “nesting” home in Florida. We’d be near our grandchildren and on the beautiful sandy beaches of the Atlantic Ocean, where we’d awake each morning to the sound of waves crashing against the shore and seagulls sailing across sunny skies. We prayed for God’s guidance and for Him to open the doors He would want us to walk through. When nothing happened all summer, we just smiled and said, “Ok, it wasn’t supposed to happen this year,” and began making our plans to go home for the winter and return next summer for another season. And we were perfectly happy about that.
Two weeks ago a couple from Atlanta, GA came by with our realtor to look at the condo. They visited the island often, had a real love for Mackinac, and wanted to buy here. We could see they liked our place – in fact they came back a second time the next day. When they called to make an offer, we countered, and they countered again; but we couldn’t come to an agreement on price. They went back to Atlanta, and we thought that was that.
But at the beginning of last week, they called with another offer – one that we could accept. And suddenly we were signing papers and looking for boxes – big boxes. And suddenly it was real.
And now for the BAD news.
We sold our condo last week.
With the reality of signed contracts, it hit us hard that we no longer own a piece of this magical place. Both Ted’s shoulder and mine stay moist from the crying we’ve been doing, and as we’ve told Island friends, we’ve cried with them also.
Today was so emotional because we attended Vince and Molly Carroll’s last service at Little Stone Church. Tomorrow they leave the island, and Ted and I know in three weeks we will make that same journey. Of course we will return, but no longer as residents . . . only as visitors. I have to confess to you that the distinction does make a huge difference – in our everyday lives since selling and in our hearts, which love this island so much.
The roller coaster of emotions is still going full-speed. We’ve prayed, we’ve discussed, we’ve tried to get a handle on why we aren’t as joyful as we thought we would be. And I think it comes down to this. Ted and I have been married 24 years, and on Mackinac Island we’ve lived what to me is the fullest part of our marriage. In this special community – where everyone knows your name – where a trip to the post office takes three hours because of conversations under the hanging baskets, where we’ve volunteered our time, where we’ve met people from all walks of life, and where we’ve become active in a church family that is so close . . . it is here, I believe, that the best in both of us emerged. And even though this step takes us toward our nesting goal, it will be an extremely hard one to take.
We have entertained a lot of different thoughts over the last three days, but there’s no need to go into those now because at this point, they’re just thoughts. I will keep you updated as we begin to move forward, and I ask, once again, for prayers from each of you – especially prayers for clarity.
I love you all. God bless.