I have a pair of old sandals. Actually I have several pairs of old sandals. But I have one special pair of old sandals.
I have had them for over 6 years. I got them on sale from Gart Sports in Beaverton, OR.
They fit perfectly from the first time I tried them on. I wore them everywhere, to the beach, to work, to relax in. I wore them on planes and while driving, while walking and while working out. (Don’t laugh, yes, I work out.) I have worn them in over 20 states. They have been soaked by the waters of oceans, countless small lakes and streams.
I wore them when I first met my wife. Yes, my sandals are older our relationship, but then, most of my clothes are. I wore them when I first saw my grandson and held him in my arms. I wore them walking him around the house, letting the motion put him to sleep.
I wore them out. They are cracked, the soles are worn, the tops are barely holding together. They don’t provide the support or comfort that they used to. I have gotten a new pair of sandals to replace these. I looked for weeks but couldn’t find a pair like the old ones. I mean a pair of sandals that I knew were just perfect from the minute I tried them on. Oh, they are comfortable, but they just don’t the same. I still find myself putting my old sandals on even though they have almost fallen apart. I should toss them, but, I am just not ready to yet.
Homes can be a lot like old shoes. Sometimes they are perfect from the time someone sees them. If lucky, they become more special with time. They are filled with memories; of children born and raised, of birthdays, of holidays, of graduations, of vigils, of friends and of family. They are filled with memories of the good and too often the sad, of celebration and of sorrow. But they are the memories that we take through life just the same.
And sometimes, like old shoes, they have to be left behind, not the memories but the homes. Maybe they are too big, maybe too small. Maybe there is a job transfer. Maybe some reasons that are not so pleasant.
We need to remember that when we are prospecting for a listing, when we are giving a listing presentation. Sometimes we are selling more than just a house, we are selling someone’ memories. It may be just a listing to us, but it is often a bittersweet and traumatic experience for our clients.
Old shoes, it’s really hard to let them go.