“A house doesn’t make for a happy life, Libby. A happy heart does.”
She looked at him thoughtfully. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean you can’t expect happiness to come to you in a new home, or in a new car, or with the ringing of a new year.” He looked up to the sky as if looking for help from above. “You have to decide to be happy and live it. Don’t wait around for life to happen. Live it now before it’s over. Life’s too short for you to constantly look for validation in objects and validation in the approval of the world around you.” He stopped talking abruptly as if someone had hushed him. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t ask for my advice but I see it in your eyes.”
“What do you see?” She asked earnestly.
“I see the journey you’re on. You’re lost and looking for something but you don’t seem sure yet what that something is. Libby, dear, property will not fill your heart.”
“You’re right, of course.” Libby nodded, “I do love your home.” She sat silently for a while looking out at the view. The ocean seemed calm and she thought maybe it was the calm before the storm.
“Well, ma’am, if you don’t mind I’ll be on my way.” Philip slowly stood from his chair and smiled down at her. “Good luck to you, whatever you decide.”
Libby stood up too, “Thank you so much, Philip. I appreciate the advice. I’ll keep it in mind.”
“I don’t want to talk you out of your purchase if it’s what you want, but please don’t expect a house to fill your heart or your life. It takes heart and life to fill a home, not the other way around.”
“I understand, thank you again.” She said and stepped back into the house.
“Ms. Hunt—Ms. Hunt, I have the contract ready.” Ann said brightly. Her heels clicking on the hardwood as she hurried back into the kitchen. Libby watched Philip leave through the open door and knew he was right, she had hoped for exactly that. She thought she could move into a beautiful home and the family would follow.
“Ann…” Libby smiled sadly. “I’m sorry but this isn’t going to workout. Thank you so much for all your time and patience.”
“But—I thought you wanted…” Libby shook her head and slowly left the house feeling the weight of her decision and the weight of her empty life as she went.
© Dayner’s non-blog, 2009