OK, big week.  I guess I'll start at the beginning.  I had the opportunity to get up to Amanda's early on Saturday.  She'd planned to take the Realtor to look at a couple of places.  I got to go along. 

The first place was really unconventional; on the verge of Pee-Wee's Playhouse.  It had land, but most of it was vertical, and so was most of the house.  I kind of liked it, but the asking was way over the money.  It takes a certain type to live in a subterranean bedroom (bomb shelter), who wants a Koi pond on the second floor, and giant holes in the floor for natural ventilation.  The tower would have been cooler if it had been a bit bigger or something.

The second was a farm.  Has been a farm for 150 years.  OK, it's the last 20 acres left of the original farm with the farm house, but it's a farm.  It has pastures and woods and a disaster of an ancient farm house.  It has a small barn, some dilapidated chicken coops and some barbed wire.  The cemetery is both cool and creepy.  Here's a link to the satellite view.  The address isn't correct, but I fiddled with the address until it pointed to the driveway.  We don't quite own all of both fields, they've been subdivided, but the land runs about a half mile deep.

We made an offer on Saturday.  On Sunday, I drove to bird camp.  Sunday evening Wayne was dispatched to tell me to "phone home."  The offer was accepted.  Apparently, we're buying the farm.
 

I like the land, but the building is a genuine risk.  It's a 150 year old post-and-beam cape style house.  It's had water damage, the original fire place doesn't seem original, there's newspaper stuffed into cracks, and the basement is the creeping death (damp dirt floor).  There's no real bathroom, you kind of slip past the laundry on one side to shower and the other side to, you know.

Our offer was contingent on just about everything you can think of including the sale of my house and them not getting another offer in the mean time.  I just contacted my agent to list mine.  We need to have an inspection and all that jazz.  Frankly, it's a tenuous proposition right now and if the whole thing falls apart I won't be shocked or heartbroken.

Anyway, this is the checklist of things I have to do:

List my house

Fix up my house

Sell my house (of eight years)

Quit my job (of 13 years)

Move to Maine

Find a new job