Mea culpa...

It was TLATO who reminded me earlier this morning that it had been some time since I had posted anything to this blog.

She is absolutely correct. (There, proof for the record that I do give credit, where credit is due.)

To say that things have been more than a little hectic these past weeks would truly be an understatement...

OK, here are some of the details...

For some time now, we've been looking to downsize our home. As much as we both love it, there is truly an amazing amount of work required to keep it in 'shape', inside and out on an ongoing basis. We were even considering moving into town (Peterborough).

A few months back, a business opportunity presented itself. It was of great interest to both of us, especially Sheryl. It would mean, however, we would need to move to a different part of the province - Barrie, Ontario.

Nerves have been fraught and tensions running high. Commuting to Barrie from our place is four hours per day - assuming the traffic and weather co-operates. We knew we would have to move. However, we were not going to buy or even look at another house until we knew what was happening here in our mini, country estate.

A couple of months back we changed realtors. Things started to happen. More showings. Greater interest. Finally, one day, three women came through the house with their real estate agent. If they spent 10 minutes going through everything, I may be exaggerating. Our agent called to see how it went. I replied that I did not think it had gone too well. Our ever-optimistic agent said “You never know…”

The next day we received a call. “They want to present an offer tomorrow at 9.00am.”

Long story short, a good, clean offer was presented. Couple of small conditions, nothing that could not be dealt with by both sides with a little effort.

Interesting fact; the buyers had/have yet to physically see the property. You see, their daughters and daughter-in-law had been charged with finding Mum and Dad a home. They had moved to Canada’s left coast 15 or so years before and they were now ready to return. Their family lives in and round this region.

So, for them, there’ll be a homecoming at the end of September – September 30, to be precise.

Now, we were free to look for ourselves. TLATO had already been scouring listings for weeks beforehand and did have a short list of possible prospects. An agent was recommended. Sheryl met with them a couple of weeks ago. Pretty much the first house she went into that day was the one we ended up putting an offer on.

Those conditions were waived last week. We take possession September 22.

Does this mean the end of an era? Will this blog fold? Will OmemeeOzzie be just another fond memory?

How does BarrieBen sound?