A “For Sale” sign is sitting on our front lawn.
I’ve lived in the Washington, D.C. area since I was a senior in college.
That was a long time ago.
I came here — like many others — for an internship on Capitol Hill.
And, I was smitten.
What better place to live for someone with a love of journalism, politics, and people?
When I got off the plane at National Airport, I watched for a woman named Claire holding a sign that said “Garn.”
Garn– U.S. Senator Jake Garn from Utah — my new boss.
I had no idea then, at age 22, how that one summer on Capitol Hill would change the course of my life.
Coming from the dry climate of Utah, I felt like I’d entered a steamy sauna when I stepped out of the airport into the humid subtropical climate of Washington, D.C.
That was just the beginning of the changes I would experience.
Claire drove me to the U.S. Capitol, where, believe it or not, we drove right up to the front steps.
No security barriers needed then.
I got out and tipped my head back to take in the grandeur of that magnificent, historic building.
“This is where you’ll be working. This is where it all happens,” she said.
Pinch me now, I thought.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune.
What did I ever do to deserve such a privilege?
All I knew is that I would work hard every minute of every day to be worthy of it.
From that moment on, I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else.
So, how did this “For Sale” sign end up on my lawn?
I wish I had a clear and concise answer to that question.
All I know is that one minute I was telling Doug I’d never leave here, and the next we were talking to a realtor, preparing to leave.
We thought we would live and die here, and be buried in the quaint little cemetery up the street.
Until one day, that vision of our future changed.
It was like we were used to looking into a kaleidoscope at something clear and beautiful and compelling.
Because we liked what we saw, we never bothered to twist the cylinder and see the many other beautiful patterns that could be created.
Then, one day, for reasons we still don’t understand, we decided to twist the cylinder ever so slightly.
What we discovered was that all the bits of glass gently realigned, presenting a whole new pattern, and a reflection of light we’d never imagined.
Since we missed the old pattern, we kept twisting the cylinder, trying to get back to the one we knew so well — the one that felt most comfortable to us.
But it wasn’t there anymore. The beads, pebbles, and bits of glass were all different.
So we decided to examine the new reflection a little more carefully.
And, that’s how we ended up with a “For Sale” sign in our yard.
So, call us crazy, but if our house sells, we’re packing up our pioneer carts and trekking back across the plains to live in the high desert of Utah.
Oh, there have been tears — lots of them — and there will be many more, I’m sure.
How can you leave a place you love so dearly and not be sad?
Like Winnie the Pooh said, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?”
We’ve debated this move endlessly for months because it’s not just leaving a place that is our home, it’s leaving friends that are our family.
I’ve always loved the comforting counsel of Gordon B. Hinckley. His words have led me through many transitions in life.
So, I’m trusting his words again: “Those who move forward with a HAPPY SPIRIT will find that things will always work out.”
I’m counting on that.
Maybe it will be like our friend Brian said — “Oh, everything will work out. You’ll love it. You’ll enjoy being with your family, and having a new adventure. Then, you’ll get it out of your system, and come back.”
But for now, there is a “For Sale” sign in our yard, and our lives could be turned upside down any minute.
Or, like one friend said, “Maybe your lives will be turned right side up.”
Yeah, let’s go with that for now…
Whatever happens, it will be an adventure.
So, we will work on our happy spirits, and look forward to new adventures.
In the meantime, anybody interested in a great house?