As of about two hours ago, I am no longer a homeowner. This past Saturday my family moved everything out of the condo and into my parents’ garage. It was a rather sad day. While I certainly didn’t experience any major milestones or events in that place (like a marriage, birth of a child, family Christmases) it was still home for five years, and seeing it completely empty and closing the door for the last time stung. Quite a bit. I’m certainly happy here at the Seminary, and haven’t regretted my decision to enter, but I didn’t appreciate the breadth and depth of everything that I’ve given up until I watched it all getting carted out in boxes onto the back of a moving van.
So, early this evening was the closing. I wasn’t there, but it went well. The papers are all signed. A young lady is now the proud owner of a 2 bedroom condo. My keychain is now a little lighter. My bank account will be a little fuller (Deo Gratias). And for now until God-willing I’m ordained a priest, I am a nomad.
The next hurdle: figuring out what to do with two garages full of furniture and personal stuff before winter hits and my parents will want to park their cars in the garage again.
