Shallow End of the Gene Pool

Or... Take the money and run. Straight to therapy.

Generally speaking, I hate moving. I don't like change. Once I am planted somewhere, I like to stay there. But there is a real possibility that the missus and I might pull up stakes before the year is out. Not leaving town, but pulling the money out of this place because it really is the right time to do it.

Interest rates are low, demand is high, there is zero inventory in our neck of the woods and people are clamoring to buy in this neighborhood. That's quite an improvement from where things were here 3 years ago when we bought the joint. And we'd be upgrading to a bigger place. It sure would be nice to have a little breathing room and why not do a little profit taking in the process?

But when discussing the idea of it being a wise time financially for us to move, both my wife and my mother (in separate conversations) said the exact same thing. "You're just like your father."

Blink. Blink Blink. My father? A man whom I have little respect for nor have we ever shared anything that could be considered a familial relationship? However, I see what they are saying and it's unsettling as hell.

See, much to my mothers displeasure, she and my father moved 11 times in 10 years of marriage. My fathers primary motive for house hopping was making money. And my mom went along with it, because well, that's what women did in the 60's I guess. But once they divorced (I was not quite 2 years) and my mom had moved us to Michigan, we lived in the same house for 17 years. And when she remarried, and my brother and I had left the nest, she sold our house and only moved 5 blocks away.

With that in mind, my motives for selling (this would be our second real estate transaction in less than a year) are certainly cause for pause. I don't know much about DNA but the question exists, could I be genetically predisposed to this? And it would have to be genetic. I haven't had much contact with the man my entire life so there's little possibility that it could be environmental. It makes me wonder...

Of course the possibility exists that I am subconsciously using the financial angle as a tactic to avoid saying that I am feeling a wee bit cramped in our current quarters, and I would like a bathroom bigger than a fucking shoe box and a closet I could actually turn around in... and give me some space god damn it! Ah, sigh... good thing the missus and I agree on the space issue, but if she starts calling me Pops...