I struck up a conversation with a mom in the park one day. She was one of those really easy-to-talk-to people; one of those people where one question—“So, you just moved?”—unleashes the entire backstory of the entire event, and all you need to do is nod and smile.
The (condensed) story went something like this:
“Yes, we weren’t even looking to move, but then we found out about this foreclosure, this woman was telling me all about how her house was going to be foreclosed on and we started really talking and I talked to my husband and we went to take a look at it, and it’s SO much bigger than our other house, with all this space, and the kids wouldn’t even have to change schools [it was in a neighboring subdivision], so we totally jumped on it. It’s got FIVE bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths; it’s SO much bigger than the other house we were in….”
At this point, I admit, I laughed. “I wouldn’t want to clean three-and-a-half baths,” I joked. “I can barely stay on top of the two-and-a-half we have. Or have to clean five bedrooms.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” she assured me. “We just keep the doors closed and don’t ever go in those rooms.” And the story continued….
But I got kind of stuck there.
I’m not even going to comment on that statement. I’m just going to let it stand, by itself, in all its ridiculous glory. (Okay, I guess that was a comment.)
The rest of the “conversation,” all I could think was, what’s the point?? Why on earth subject yourself to the hassle of a move, to the sorting and packing and cleaning and unpacking and having to sell your house (in a terrible market, I might add), to get a bigger home that you weren’t even going to use?? I realize that as a Christian, my perspective is vastly different from some people’s; but this is one situation where even just logically, it doesn’t seem to make sense. Am I the only one to see the unbelievable futility in this?