It’s Sunday at 10:14 PM and we’re flying back to Phoenix. We’re exhausted. The past 16 days has been nuts. The past 48 hours has really nuts.
Kate is from Western Michigan. An area that I have become quite fond of over the past few years. And of course we both love real estate and projects, of which Western Michigan has many. We know because we have over the past few years spent a fair number of hours on Zillow just day dreaming of what we’d some day when we got our hands on one of them. But that was more of a “pie-in-the-sky, we’re-close-to-retirement kind of day dream. Until this little opportunity popped up.
The purchase of this place has been everything we could have hoped for. The absolute best part of it has been the time we’ve already spent closer to family. The only thing that would make it better is if my family were near here, but they are in Houston. And let’s be honest: Houston is livable, but this side of Michigan is heavenly.
There really is nothing better than being at the grandparent’s house. Over the past 45 years I’ve had the great fortune of having terrific grandparents in our families. Theirs houses are the epicenter of family. And we have a huge family. Heck, there’s 38 in just the immediate group. You ad in first and second-level folks and it gets big, fast.
That’s what made this trip so great. The time with family and friends. We got to meet a new nephew, Theo. We got to spend time with brothers, sisters, aunts, cousins and friends. And it all centered around the grandparent’s house, where we cooked, goofed around on an impromptu rope swing, had a bonfire, and shared some beers, food and laughs.
Kate and are very blessed. Exhausted from ambition and agenda, but blessed.