Running New York

Someone once told me that selling a house and moving is one of the most stressful things in life to do.  I completely agree!  I have been in the the middle of this stress for the last three months.

After making the decision to go ahead with plans to sell the house (youngest graduating in a few weeks) and downsizing, a lot of work was in front of us.  We painted and updated almost every room in the house during spare time from work, projects taking just over two months.  Contractors taking care of things we couldn’t, mostly on the exterior and yard.  Going through everything in the house from top to bottom, organizing, packing, throwing things away, donating others.  Cleaning, staging, and finally listing the house.

We had an offer in 1 day!  1 day!

Now it’s go time!  I thought the tough work was done?  Oh no, there’s more to do.  Now to do final organizing, and packing everything else that hasn’t been packed.  The scheduling, finding a new place, yep, this is stressful.

I’ve only moved once since my college days.  Because I took a relocation opportunity with my employer at the time, the selling of the house, the packing, the moving, were all done for me.  Not true this time.  That was 17 years ago.  Fast forward to now, and not only am I much older, but much less forgiving.  This has been a very hard process!

I’ve been in my attic four out of the last six days, going through boxes, uncovering things I had forgotten all about.  I am tired!  I did uncover some true gems though….  like my High School letter jacket, old vinyl albums, tennis trophies from my younger days of competitive tennis, scrapbooks, and countless photo albums and pictures from a life that seems a lifetime ago.  Treasures really.  I found my class ring, and I found this, which I had no idea I actually saved.

Introducing, an artifact from 21 years ago.  My first race bib!

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I don’t remember that I ever kept it, that was the most surprising discovery of all the last few days.  My first ever race, back in 1995.  A race in Batavia, NY.  A 10k.  I have no idea what my finish time was, believe me, I’ve tried finding online results, they just don’t exist.  I just remember that day in July being scortchingly hot, and running my heart out til I almost collapsed.  I have the race shirt somewhere, too.  I just can’t find it, but one day I will.

This journey of packing up my life to move has really been eventful.  I’ve dusted off some old memories (even popping in a few Prince cassettes, yes cassettes, into the tape deck to listen to) while I worked at cleaning up my life in the house.  It’s now time to finalize my life here, where my kids grew up, and start a new journey.  It’s all bittersweet, but looking forward to this next step in life.

Once I finally have a permanent new home, that race bib will be the first one hung.  That bib signifies a running journey that began so long ago.  As the final days approach before my 27th marathon, having stolen a peek at where my running days began kind of brings this race full circle.  Even though my upcoming Herald of Victory Marathon in Binghamton, NY will be in a different city from my first foot race, it will still be in the same state where it all began for me.  Back on the streets of New York.

Times… They are a-changin’

One constant I have in my life is running, but everything else seems to be changing and moving at a fast pace these days.  I’m getting older, and sometimes that really bothers me.  I’ll be 46 in a little over a month, and that’s closer to 50 than 40.  What’s happening?

Time just seems to be slipping by.  My oldest son is just a few months away from graduating High School, and moving on.  It scares me a bit.  What’s a bright and wonderful lifetime ahead of him, means leaving the nest.  For me?  I am experiencing some sadness and loneliness already, and he’s not even gone yet.  I’m sure this is normal, but I have not adjusted in my head yet what my new normal will be.

The decision was made a few weeks back to sell the house, and move closer to work.  I’ve been busy decluttering, donating to charity, and sprucing up what needs to be presented well when the house goes on the market.  Hoping to be ready in about 4-6 weeks.  Organizing, painting, fixing that stuff that should have been already fixed.  I got comfortable, and let go of the proactive when it comes to the house years ago.  I’m paying for it now.  So, when I’m not at work, or out on a run, I am busy in the house.

It’s a major change.  The next few months are not going to be easy, but times, they are a changing.

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I have to come to terms with change.  I’ve had a kid in the house for the last 20 years.  Soon, this will be over.  Time to move onward and upward.  I just have to work my way through this, and embrace the change.  I moved to my current house almost 17 years ago, this too, will be a tough transition.  Leaving a house, for an apartment or townhome.  Different space, different surroundings.  I need to look at it with zeal, change can be good.

Luckily I have my health, and feel good.  I need to look at a move as a change of scenery.  New things to explore, new paths to run.  New faces.  Ok, I’ve given myself a pep talk for the day, now I have to get back to painting.  This house isn’t going to spruce itself up.  Down to the nitty gritty.

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