It’s all fun and games now that we’re finally on the road,
but a mere week ago…
John: Jesus Christ Shelley! With seven days left to prepare for our half a year trip, we are not selling the duplex. No.
Shelley: Isn’t it interesting that every time I have an idea, your first reaction is to say, “No?”
John: “That” is not true.
Shelley: Sure is. What about when I asked you to marry me?
John: Oh my God! You’re timing is unbelievable.
Shelley: Thank you.
John: Not a compliment. No.
Shelley: Before you say, “No.” Hear me out.
Shelley: You know how I’ve been studying the duplex account?
Shelley: Of course you do. But what you might not know is that because of insurance, tax, management fees, replacing the dishwasher, updating two bathrooms and maintenance, we are in the red.
Shelley: Yes! And that’s why it makes sense we should sell the duplex.
Shelley: And the townhouse.
John: No. I love the townhouse.
Shelley: I do too but if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.
Shelley: I’m trying to tell you that the townhouse is an inanimate object. You can’t really love an inanimate object, which means we should let it go, which means…
Shelley: Before you make up your mind, let me finish. Once both are sold, we buy a house with an income suite in the basement. We’ll have additional income and when we travel, we have a tenant in the house.
Or we don’t.
Think how free it would be not to be tied down to a piece of real estate. What do you think?
John: I think that this is one of your most ridiculous ideas, ever. In fact, I think, no, I know that we are not going to sell our houses. Not going to happen. 100% not going to happen. No.
Thanks to our fabulous realtor, Becky Hagan for all of her hard work,
and Ms. Lori Nucks-Harmer from Treescapes Gardens, who squeezed us in to take care of Duplex’s gardening beds.
Shelley and John