Switcheroo!

I have a confession.

I've kept a secret from most of you.

Remember the Halloween House, that the lady didn't have listed on the market but said she'd sell if the agent brought her someone who would buy it? Well... she lied. We negotiated verbally and mutually agreed on a price, but when Mark and I signed the paperwork, the seller asked us to post-date our offer by a week to give her a chance to clear up some personal things. We were NOT happy about post-dating anything, but we knew we wouldn't have the time to look at any other properties for a week, so we went ahead and did it.

She didn't sell. We were not amused. Although the real estate agent remained diplomatic, I got the impression that she was not amused either.

SO... while we had been waiting for news either way about that offer, we had scheduled a grueling day of house viewings in anticipation of disaster. Disaster happened, so three days after we heard back that the first lady would not sell her house, we drove about 700 km throughout one day to view nine different houses.

It was a bit of an information overload, and it actually was a very very difficult decision, but after talking about it we went with a beautiful heritage house in the middle of the small town of Bridgetown in the Annapolis Valley. It's a place that we would both be very comfortable and at home in, and it also aligns very closely to what we agreed our criteria would be for buying.


Here's an shot of the front hallway and stairs. I've professionally photoshopped out the current owner's junk:

So I'm sorry that I kept you all in the dark. I was beginning to feel that this blog had turned into a "watch Julie & Mark fail to buy houses" blog, and I just didn't feel like talking about it any more until there was finally something certain.

Now, what would REALLY be a kicker is if this deal miraculously fell apart at the last minute!! We've already had the inspection and there are really no other conditions to be met, so anything that happens at this point to kill the deal would be shocking. So I guess it would make good reading material for you guys, but let's not hope for anything bad, shall we?

So why do they call it Bridgetown? I'm assuming it's because of these two beautiful bridges that span the Annapolis River -

this one below is for cars:

and this one here used to be for trains and is now for a hiking trail that has been created over the old train tracks. It goes for miles and miles, and is a two minute walk from the house we are buying:

The end is in sight.

*sigh*.