"Are you sad to be leaving?" That's what everyone asked us when they heard that we had sold our rambling old house in New Jersey and were preparing to move out. They expected us to be sentimental about the house, full of memories of raising a family and many other happy times. They thought that we would be heavy-hearted to move out of a dwelling that our realtor described as "stately" and even "majestic" in typical real estate hyperbole.
But the truth is that we are not sad. It is time to move on. We did live almost twenty years in that one house. Longer than I have ever lived in one house in my life. And they were good years. But we are ready for change and looking forward to a new life in a new place.
I will miss some things from my time in New Jersey. Being able to see the lake where I sailed from my bathroom window while shaving every morning. Running trails around the lakes in town. The three sailing clubs to which I belonged or where I worked as an instructor. The annual circuit of Sunfish and Laser regattas at familiar locations around the state. And most of all, the other sailors I knew from sailing in that area, many of them good friends. But I sincerely hope to see some of them at regattas over the coming years. And who knows, if we buy a house within striking distance of Newport or Hyannis or Buzzards Bay we will be able to be able to host our New Jersey sailing friends when they compete here in New England.
No, we are not sad.