Sometimes things happen in life that are just funny.
Unexpected, not planned, but outright bring on the laughter.
(You can hear Leo the Min-Pin in the background having his own version of hilarity.)
The plan was to list our Florida home for sale sometime between our return to Florida in June and the end of the year. Mike would retire, and we'd plan the international move for the beginning of 2022.
What happened? I guess the blame for this early interruption of plans can be laid at the feet of our awesome Realtor.
Following our January trip to Roatan, we invited Lisa Treu to take a look at our Boynton Beach home. There was a discussion about what we wanted to ask for it and she took all the thoughts and ideas home to discuss with her husband and partner, Steve.
Our next quite frank discussion with Lisa turned into listing our home for sale. She said it is totally a "seller's market" and there were no guarantees how long that would last. She agreed to the high price (for the neighborhood) we needed to get to complete our dream move.
We were shocked at ourselves! This was not part of the carefully laid-out plan. But we did not worry too much because we thought it would take a long time to find the right (cash) buyer.
Our buyer was the second showing. We closed on April 1 and moved to Roatan on April 14.
We have spent the first month of our six-month rental making our nest. None of it was easy as we traveled a remarkable distance three times to pick up our belongings that were shipped from Miami to Roatan. Lots of heavy lifting (just Mike and me) in this hot, dusty climate. Trying to figure out how to fit all this "necessary stuff" in to 400 square feet. Teaching Leo and Rocco how to behave around island dogs, and yet to run free on the beach. Making friends that come and go at this Kitesurfing Lodge that draws people from around the world.
Mike has commissioned a local person to build us a small desk and two chairs (to relieve my discomfort of working my business seated on a bench at a wood table). After that, I think we will be as comfortably nested as we can get here.
That leaves five months here at the Camp Bay Lodge Garden Loft.
We need to get serious about house-hunting.
In the meantime, the beach needs walking.
Getting late- 6:57 AM on Wednesday, May 12.
