His high school sweetheart lost a long, courageous battle with cancer.
The cape home they had bought back in the early 70's is slowly going down hill, the job jar over flowing. Needing a bigger jar. The loose ends gaining in number as he tries to figure it all out. At work, Dad gets a chance for an early retirement, a gold parachute. It's this parachute or none at all it seems as the company he worked his fingers to the bone to help shape, grow and become a success is hammered daily with union demands, foreign competition threatened to close it's door. For years, he and his wife had thought of retiring to a little place on a Maine lake, spending winters in southern Florida or maybe the Carolinas.Now his best friend is gone, his job gone. He is at a crossroads. Stalled with the hood up at that intersection and not feeling like doing much. Numbed, lost, stuck and alone. He decides to gas up the Buick, his neighbor will feed the cats, water the house plants and point that iron horse north. North to Maine. Maybe relocating to a Maine lake would help him climb out of the hole that the sudden changes in his life that came at him from every direction have put him in this hole...a hole without a ladder to climb out to feel the sunshine, see the direction he is supposed to be headed.
He can see himself on a lake. Rising early at 5 am, enjoying watching the steam of the cooler nights of
the beginning of fall as the sunrises. Ducks "quack quack quacking" by in a long line looking for some bread crusts, something to eat. He could buy an existing place, build on a lot the vacation place he and his wife designed together. The plan for a place he carries around in his end alone now. Or sporting camps in Maine. He's not too old to share his hunting, fishing, outdoor skills and make some money doing it. Decisions, directions to head, getting a new routine and looking for answers, peace, happiness. Figuring out where to do from here.
Down the lake, Mrs. Duggin has lost her husband thru a similiar ordeal and has invited him over for dinner tonight.
He'll take the 9 horse power boat to her place and together, they struggle to figure it all out, to help each other ease the suffering, the feeling of a large hole in their hearts.The kids worry about Dad but the grandchildren are looking forward to Thanksgiving at Grampy's place. Riding the four wheelers, helping him get the place winterrized for the drive to the south.
As a Maine Realtor, this scenario is not uncommon and filling a need, completing a dream is something that happens day in, day out. Situations, life circumstances, housing needs and dreams, plans. As a broker, we start by hearing that dream, picturing what the buyer is after, what he wants. And figuring out a budget because money is always an object, a governing or limiting factor adding to the challenge of what is available today on the local real estate market to meet this buyer's desire, completing that dream or life long goal. Can you picture yourself on a Maine lake...to figure it all out, to think, reflect, recharge and continue on with your life? Need some examples of the place you will strengthen your fishing skills, the place you will pass on the family traditions to grandchildren? Here are three videos that could help you picture yourself at the lake...a Maine lake.
Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers - Maine. Uncomplicate Your Life, Find Yourself In "Vacationland".
