Material things are not ethereal things and doing is so much more than having.
But have you ever worked really hard on something, plotted, saved, designed, coordinated, built something? Did you get attached?
From the long years of searching, of sifting for the right nugget and finding an incomparable thing. Then planning, designing, scrapping and reworking the castles in your mind until it seems right.
Then getting permits, running 2x4s, setting up forms, watching the pour. Helping with cuts, measuring, hammering on weekends, slowing building up a dream. Seconds and minutes and hours and hours and weeks and months of hammering, hauling, staining, stinking, placing, laying, planing, sanding, oiling, tuning, admonishing, praising, cajoling, currying. And finally it's done, except a few doorknobs. The dream has desublimated into a tangible thing.
I've been proud beyond vanity and loved the results beyond reason. And we've had to fight for our privacy with no government support, no police, just confronting and civil suits. But the toll is too great. I'm tired of the bullshit, the cost of lawsuits, the flacidity of the government in supporting the sacredness of a family's security. I hope this never happens to any of you and that your home can always be a place of comfort.
So we're going to sell. And I'm sad. Really sad. But it's acknowledging the situation, the new needs of having a family, of realizing that the objective cost too much, that it makes us a target.
I'm hoping that this opens a new chapter with new possibilities, new freedom and more time.
A very few of you have seen it. I wished I'd been able to host more of you and I think we'll have some big parties before we go.
So there's this moments bearing of the heart on the virtual sleeve. Blat-woof.
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