Like I've blogged about before, my wife and I -- both 65 years old -- are having trouble figuring out what we want to do when we grow up.
More precisely, where we want to live.
Do we keep on living in our beautiful, large, non-easy care, early 1970's house on ten acres in rural south Salem, or do we join the downsizing crowd and move to a smaller home in the city?
Recently we invited a realtor to join us in our this or that, here or there perplexed ponderings. Rich Ford of Windermere Real Estate was recommended to us by some neighbor friends. We already can do the same: recommend him.
Rich is knowledgeable, friendly, experienced, and low-key. We haven't felt pressured to do anything, though in part this might be because we have no firm idea what we want to do.
Laurel and I scheduled an appointment with Rich to talk about our newest notion: finding a moderately priced house in Salem we could purchase now, rent for a while, then move into when our current rural lifestyle screams no mas! to us.
Interestingly, Rich said he had several other clients about our age who were considering the same thing. I told him, "Well, that makes me feel somewhat better. If this idea is crazy, at least we've got some company in our insanity."
Since, we've window-shopped a bunch of listings in south Salem, our preferred part of town, that Rich has been sending to us. Yesterday we actually toured three houses. Standing on the street afterwards, talking about the experience, Rich ably summarized our dilemma.
"You have two sets of screening criteria. You want a house that could be rented now, and you also want a house you'd be happy living in later. Those are different things."
For sure. My wife and I agreed with him.
We're happy where we are now. We love our house. We enjoy living in a natural setting with trails, a community lake, wildlife, a nearly year-round creek, no other houses within sight and just a few within earshot.
Ever since we began thinking seriously about looking for another house, albeit just a backup to our current one, I've been paying more attention to what I like about our present living situation. In short, a lot.
I tend to take where we live for granted and focus on the problems with maintaining our property and having to drive 20 minutes to downtown Salem. But looking at some houses in town that needed quite a bit of work made Laurel and me realize how much we're attracted to a certain sort of residence:
The one we're in now.
Our problem is that we want to keep everything we like about our current house while eliminating the fewer things we don't like. Such as handling a very large high-maintenance yard, making sure two wells run properly, keeping poison oak and blackberries from infesting our acreage like they used to.
Yet the good comes with the bad. And in the city, the bad comes with the good.
We don't like lots of asphalt, dog walks on a leash, street noise, annoying neighbors close by. Philosophically we favor walkable/bikable/energy efficient urban living. Emotionally we are attached to our rural lifestyle.
So we've become like a lot of barely-65 baby boomers. Generally healthy, fit, and mobile, we're starting to look ahead to a time when we may be (or will be) less able to live in the house and setting we enjoy now.
The quandary is: when to make the move? Or at least, when to seriously consider a move?
More and more, we say things to each other like Maybe we should just stay where we are until we die. Intuitively, this is what rings true to me, though "until we die" might be overly dramatic and unrealistic. How about "until we really, REALLY feel we want to move"?
The present is known. The future isn't. We know what we like and don't like about our current living situation. We can thankfully embrace the likes and do something to change the don't likes.
Last night I was lying on our living room carpet, idly patting the dog, when I looked at our vaulted ceiliing in a different way than I usually do -- because of the house for sale visits we'd gone on with our realtor that day.
Besides the ceiling fan whirring around, I was struck by how much I enjoy our almost entirely wood clad home -- walls and ceilings. Hardly any painted or wallpaper surfaces. Back in the 1970's this lavish use of wood was a lot more cost-effective than it is now.
When people walk into our house, they often go "Oh my gosh! This is so cool!" But after living here for 24 years, we've become used to the coolness, the marvelous use of various kinds of wood, the natural setting right outside our large windows.
The house we're looking for, the house that suits us right now, it's the one we already have. We've spent almost a quarter century fixing it up the way we like, removing outdated decor, remodeling the kitchen and bathrooms.
Yes, it makes sense to plan for an ever-older future.
Laurel and I want to keep on looking into other living possibilities. But thinking about moving to a different home has made us look upon our current one with new eyes, appreciating what we have now more vibrantly (I almost said "mindfully," but this is a trendy term that's being overused).
Everybody is different.
I resonate with people I talk with who are super-pleased with moving from a large house in the country to a smaller home in the city. I can understand the pleasure of being a few minutes from downtown, in a walkable/bikable area, with neighborly neighbors strolling by and saying "Hi."
I resonate with them, then think "I want to die hauling branches to a burn pile, walking the dog on a stormy windy night through the woods and around the lake, or using my Stihl backpack blower to whoosh copious fallen autumn oak leaves into the brush with a geezerish cry of "Hasta la vista, you bastards!"
I hate those leaves. I love those leaves. I hate dealing with them every year. I love dealing with them every year. But the hate is outweighed by the love. As with our house and property in general. Sometime life may tear it out of our hating and loving hands.
We just are coming to feel that life itself will find a way to clearly tell us when it is time to move. Until then, why not enjoy what we have until it obviously isn't enjoyable anymore?
Someone spoke to me recently about her 85 year old father, who is still living with her mother on a farm in Nebraska. They have leased out most of the land, but continue to maintain some of it.
She said that when she phoned, her mother said, "Your dad is up on the windmill, trying to fix it." When she was able to speak with her father, he got an earful: "Dad, you can't do that any more. One day you're going to kill yourself."
I thought, he wouldn't mind that. Dying on a windmill, on a beloved farm you've lived on for most of your life. Not a bad way to go. Not bad at all.
You're making the right decision. Why take on the hassle of owning another
house that will likely have things going wrong over time. When you need to leave you can build or buy something that meets your needs.
Posted by: Jerry Pagac | August 10, 2014 at 04:24 PM
The solution is not to move away from your beloved home, but to figure out how to bring the next-generation onto your home, so that they can live and care for you until the second of you passes and then they can secede to ownership. In other words, you trade room and board for care in your declining years and for upkeep of the property, and then they take old ownership after you're gone.
Posted by: Walker | August 10, 2014 at 05:19 PM
Brian, there are two things you are not giving sufficient weight to in your reasoning: 1) The value of your house may decline as gas prices go ever upward and not many people will want to live so far out of town. 2) The BIG ONE is overdue and you might find yourself stranded and too far from medical care when it comes. There are lots of affordable small houses in my great neighborhood right now. They are not "fixer-uppers." Like this one: http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1695-Cottage-St-SE-Salem-OR-97302/53048115_zpid/
Posted by: Jim Scheppke | August 10, 2014 at 07:23 PM
Jim, we've thought of those things you brought up. (1) certainly is possible. We have an electric car (a Volt) so most of our trips to Salem in that vehicle are 100% on electricity, which is much cheaper than gasoline per mile driven.
Regarding (2), the argument cuts both ways. Medical care is going to be very difficult to get by anyone after the Big One. We have several physicians in our neighborhood. Not as good as a hospital or clinic, but better than nothing.
Plus, no one knows how the social structure will hold up after a huge earthquake. Country folks are pretty self-sufficient. Many people have generators, food supplies, heavy equipment, and such. But resources would first arrive in cities, I have to admit.
The listing you sent along is impressive. Nice looking kitchen remodel. Yard looks small, for a dog. It's one of the better looking "old" houses I've seen in my online looking.
Posted by: Brian Hines | August 10, 2014 at 07:37 PM
We have lived on our 15 acres just over the hill from you for 24 years. Liz & I will remain here, just like all of our past neighbors did, until our final days.
I have another loony liberal, nut of a friend in Astoria that has 20 acres that constantly refers to his place as an "investment".
What a sad way to view ones home.
We live here, work here, grow our huge garden here, play with our grandkids here; this is what home is!
Where is home for you, Brian?
I'm O.K with the fact that you are a city slicker living in the countryside.
We like diversity too!!
Where is home Brian?
I know where our home is and I will never turn my back on it.
P.S.
Next time you talk to Rich Ford, (I'm assuming you will wimp out and move to the city)please thank him for his mega support for Pentacle Theatre. We really appreciate him there!!!
Posted by: Harry Vanderpool | August 11, 2014 at 07:16 PM
Hey, Harry, I grew up in a very rural area, foothills of the Sierras in central California. From 7 to 17 I roamed the hills, swam and inner-tubed in Kaweah River cold snowmelt, and otherwise did the Country Kid thing.
So I don't think of myself as a city slicker. We've lived out here on our five (which turned into ten) acres for 24 years, now doing the Country Geezer thing. Thus I've spent 34 of my 65 years living in a rural home, which is a majority! I am a Country Slicker!
Posted by: Brian Hines | August 12, 2014 at 08:30 PM
I enjoyed your post. My wife and I are in a similar circumstance. I have to admit, although your blog didn't really help our decision making, oddly I feel a lot better about not knowing what we want to do.
Posted by: Dan | August 16, 2014 at 06:22 AM
Thank you all, for the many comments, on this topic of: "Should I/we stay, Or should I/we go," about the merits of downsizing, home improvement/repairs, maximizing real estate values or investments, in regards to aging and 'retirement. Whatever the discussion may be about these issues, I would like to suggest a word substitution for: "home, house, farm, and property", when thinking about, or discussing those issues. The word is shelter. Shelter is a basic human need that underlines most human activities, from the new-born to the geo-political nation state. Too often we may be confusing a life-style's accoutrements with what our really necessities are in shelter. I live in South-East Portland Orygun, and after necessities, what really has more importance for me, is one of the best public library in the country. Don't forget what feeds your mind is what makes us healthy.
Posted by: Jaymes Easton | August 16, 2014 at 03:24 PM