As agents with Compass, we receive a DAILY newsletter from our Chief Evangelist Leonard Steinberg. He's incredibly smart and interesting. Every day he highlights a few listings nationally in the "Compass Catch" section.
Imagine my surprise to see a listing in Chatham, Massachusetts, the "Listing of the Week" below, which was the home of my grandparents until they sold it some 40+ years ago. This was the home where I spent much of my childhood. My parents divorced when I was quite young. My dad had my sister and me every other weekend, and for blocks of time in the summer. Looking back, I'm guessing that he was a bit overwhelmed with what to do with two young girls at his apartment in Boston. So we always went to my grandparents in Chatham. And I realize how much these four walls provided me with a sense of place and certainty in an otherwise confusing time.
The house looked very, very different then. It was a big piece of property. There was no massive tennis court. In its place was a detached garage festooned with old license plates, antique car parts and upturned sail boats. There was no wing off the right hand side, but rather an outdoor shower where we hosed off after hours at the beach. There was no pool... just acres of land where I could ride my grandfather's riding mower for hours and hours, my sweet grandfather making multiple gas station trips to fill up a portable tank. And where my sister and I could fly kites until they got caught in the many trees on the property. And, of course, there was a small fraction of neighboring houses. Nothing obstructed the wide and wonderful views out to Hardings Beach. To my childhood eyes, this place was a kind of paradise.
It didn't have a 44 Buena Vista address. When my great grandparents bought the house in the 1930's it was simply known as "Near End," a bit closer than the wild "Far End" house they had lived in previously. This house was passed on to my grandmother, and their "in town" house to her sister, my quirky "Auntie Kay" who was an actress, drove a Mustang, only wore pants and, chain smoked cigarettes.
All of this reminds me of how strongly a HOME factors into our psyches. Places of rest, adventure, memory, family... homes are the backdrops of our lives. They burrow deeply into our sense of place and our sense of self. Thinking about the place where I spent so many happy hours as a kid underscored the privilege I enjoy working as a real estate broker, and the emotion that animates every purchase and sale.