|Myron especially hates this one.|
But by the time we were close to my place, Myron asked "Can you live with" -- and he named a sum of money. I gulped, decided to say yes, and the rest was history. On April 1st, my wedding anniversary, my sweet little Atelier Ivaan will become the home of a naturopathic office and wellness clinic for mothers and babies, owned by two young women who live in the neighbourhood.
I had told my next door neighbours that I would do my best to find a buyer who would be an asset to the neighbourhood and who wouldn't be in competition with their longstanding restaurant businesses. I thought it might become a hair salon or an architect's office. But I don't think I could have predicted anything as excellent as this.
All of which begs the question: where will I be moving on April 1st? For months, I've had my eye on an out of town property. It is way too big for me: too much land, too much house, too many bedrooms, too many bathrooms, too many basements (no joke). It has too many ponds (three), too many trees (hundreds), and too many swimming pools (one). But all my adult life I've been purposefully opting for small and urban. Now I'm going to try the exact opposite. Stay tuned for my next post, which will be called, appropriately, April Fools.