My wife and I have two (pretty amazing) sons who have now abandoned us. This gaping hole in our lives left us rattling around our family home in Shannon Lake, sad, lonely, and without purpose... wait - no, that wasn't us. Instead, we were high-fiving and scheming before their final cereal bowl got crusty.
We LOVED our home and neighbourhood of 22 years, but we were ready for a new place to start our blissful empty-nest life. We found ourselves torn between two paths - simplifying in a sweet townhouse or investing in something upmarket with revenue. Finally, we decided just to see what came up - after all, we weren't under pressure, just a little restless and ready for an adventure for two.
So we watched.
And we viewed.
And we deliberated.
And we tossed good and bad ideas back and forth like a hot potato.
We only argued a little.
We faced discouragement.
We got overwhelmed because the market was moving so fast. A person could barely sleep on a million-dollar decision.
We pressed pause.
We didn't need to participate in this whirlwind. So we decided to "hold off until things felt less frantic." That lasted five days. Then, of course, the perfect house came up. This was the ONE. We jumped.
So when I say, "I understand the pressure of decision-making in this market," - I mean it. I get how the numbers make you feel. I relate to how discouraging it can be at times. I've done the late-night number-crunching. I relate to the excitement and responsibility that comes with your most significant investment. I do.
I also know what it's like to bring my wife a coffee every morning while we enjoy our new view and begin our new life under our new roof. It's pretty darn great.
We're home and very thankful.
Come visit - bring a shovel. We're thinking pool.
We did it & so can you. (And I'd be honored to help.)
