After living in our Centennial home for 20 years, we put it on the market on a Monday.
Tuesday: Six showings scheduled.
Wednesday: Signed contract.
Thursday: Fourth of July.
Friday: Dream home found in Evergreen.
Saturday: Signed contract on our new home.
(I love when a plan comes together.)
One month later, we were moving up the hill. It was a wild ride! Moving is considered one of the most stressful times we can experience in our lives. We had our moments. Yet my wife and I felt peace through the entire process. It was hard for us to believe, but it was obviously meant to be.
This whole journey started for us in January, when we had our first meeting with a real estate agent. It was a daunting task, as we learned everything that needed to be done before putting the home on the market. After 20 years, there was so much to do!
“Twenty years … Where’d they go? Twenty years … I don’t know. I sit and I wonder sometimes where they’ve gone.” — from Bob Seger’s “Like A Rock.”
It was the ultimate team effort to make this move happen. We had so much stuff! How were we going to do this? At the time, it seemed almost impossible. Then, little by little, we dug in and focused on the next thing that needed to be done. It was a series of tasks that went on for over six months.
Pulling up a chair in the basement and looking through boxes of pictures, notes and cherished memories is something I will always remember fondly. My daughter, who is now 29 years old, had given me a note with a picture when she was 5. It read, “Daddy You Are The Best Daddy In The Universe!” My son, who is 26, had given me a note with a picture that read, “Dad Hope You Have a Great Day. Hope We Can Play When You Get Home. Have A Great Day!!!” I held onto these priceless gifts and saved them for another day. We had given away dozens of boxes and bags to the Salvation Army, Goodwill, friends and relatives, but these two keepsakes were coming to Evergreen with us. There were countless other such cards, notes and pictures. Indeed, it is a wonderful life.
When I was 14 years old, we had taken a vacation to Colorado. This trip planted the seed within me that one day I would live in this beautiful state. I remember going home to Illinois in the back of our white Gran Torino Elite. We had seen John Denver at Red Rocks, spent time in the mountains and had an amazing, unforgettable week in Colorado. Now, much too soon, it was over. As we headed home, I watched the mountains fade away through the back window of our moving car. Sadness hung over me like an enormous storm cloud. Why couldn’t we live in Colorado?
Forty years later, I look at the mountains and five elk on my land as I prepare to leave for the airport. Two of them lock antlers and play while my two dogs and I watch just another typical morning in Evergreen, Colorado — if there is such a thing. I have been blessed and shown yet again that dreams do indeed come true. Achieving goals in this life requires passion, determination, focus, belief and a little luck. If you happen to see a 54-year-old guy walking around Evergreen with a huge smile on his face, that’s probably me. What a gift it is to live here.
Jeff Baird is the key accounts director for a global marketing organization. He enjoys writing and self-published “Stress, Salespeople, Serial Killers & Seminars: not your ordinary day at the office.” Between trips to the airport and sales calls, he’s working on a new book. He and his wife, Tami, and their two labradoodles are living happily ever after in Evergreen.