we did it. we talked about it, we mulled it over, we hemmed and hawed about it, today we did it, we sat down with Debbie Kennedy and signed the papers and the famous Sauble Beach Electronic Cottage is now officially on the market, MLS listings and all should start appearing soon, Debbie put the sign up on the driveway on her way out. yikes. I mean, there are a thousand reasons to do this, it is the right time to do this, but yikes, it does leave one with a bit of a shaken awe once the paperwork is set and the wheels are in motion. sure, it's not the same as closing a deal, but just the thought; I've lived in this building longer than I've lived anywhere else on this planet, just imagining someday waking up to find all this stuff in some other place, it is mindboggling. let alone the logistics of extracting 14 years of family living and injecting it into a new locale. yikes. but it is done and we're underway! if anyone's interested, here's some recent photos, mostly of the yard; I'll most more as the year progresses. It's clearly not for just anyone, but for the right sort of person this place is idyllic, it is an outdoors paradise, Southern Ontario's last unspoiled beach woodlands, on the edge of a United Nations Bio-Reseserve, the air is clean, the water is pure, there is real wild-life in the forests and fish in the streams, and 1.5Mb/s internet streaming in and out of that 120-foot wifi tower. sigh. Thing is, the building is too small for us, and the lot is too far from where we need to be; real estate market conditions seem ideal for Sauble, prices relatively low, all indications its about to go up, and as the last natural wonderland still within reach of 21st Century resources, prices really can't go down. Our case is extra special because we have a long list of accumulated repairs needed and I'm discounting the asking price accordingly. The stars are all aligning on this, it just seems to be the time. And the work this places needs, it's all basic doable things like eaves, windows, landscaping, redo the bathroom and kitchen ... you could easily live in the house while doing the work bit by bit at your leisure, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if the next owner were to put a major cosmetic make-over into this place (as many neighbours are now doing) then turn around and sell for a healthy plus - I'd do it myself if someone plunked the materials money on my lap. It seems only fair to the house itself to hand it over to someone who's culturally more into the local Beach life, and better able to put their handiman skills to work to bring it back up to value. but man, I'm going to miss this place, I'm going to miss the totoro tree walk behind Dorena Crescent, the sunsets on the endless beach, good friends and neighbours (hard to come by, I've found), I'll miss the campfire songs on the patio, having my summer office on that deck, the forest canopy, the birds nestling in the cedar rows, pure clean well water from the ground, sunsets through the giant maples, the dark dark skies and quiet quiet nights ...
the boys too, they have their own reservations, having lived their entire young lives in this house and in this environment, its the only world they know. So to make us all feel a little better I told them this story:
Just after May and I first met, I had the opportunity to update my old Dodge Colt and I chose a late-eighties Voyager van, I'd always wanted one, at last we'd have room for everyone when the kids came to visit, and I loved that van, it was, in my opinion, the perfect people transport vehicle, handled like a small aircraft, total mobility, total utility, you could fit an orchestral harp in there and still have room for the player. The years went on, however, and the kilometers added up and, well, it wasn't new when I bought it -- we went to Jim Guardhouse and I said, "Jim, I need a new car, but I love this old van, nothing could compare to a ride like this, its right for me in every way." Jim replied, "Just wait until you try the new one," and he handed me the keys to a 96 Grand Voyager. May and I took it as far as Kilsyth and back, I drove it back up into the lot, got out, closed the door, handed the old van's keys to Jim and asked him where we signed. It was that much better.
That new place we'll move into, it's going to be just like that Grand Voyager. It's going to be that much better, we won't even look back.