Through a wild amount of "serendipity" in the past month, we are now "homeless" in the best sense of the word.
I'll save you the whole month of twists and turns and just highlight the past week...
A week ago sitting in the Fort Myers Airport, we received a call from our property manager. He told us the owner of our house offered to release us from our lease. The roof has major problems and water had leaked into three walls. The owner plans to do major repairs and then put the house up for sale. However, we needed to be out of the house in a week. We told them we'd let them know our decision the next day.
It was not a difficult decision to make, because we wanted out of our lease. We had planned to honor it and stay until the end, but we really did not want to be there.
Last Wednesday, after arriving home at 2 A.M. after lots of plane delays, we signed the paperwork and began the moving out process...in SIX days, we sold ALL our furniture, packed up mementos and items we did not want to part with, put them into a small controlled storage unit, and moved out of our 1876 Sq foot rental home (which had been a downsize from our former 2,400 Sq foot home we moved out from last December).
Now we are sitting in a hotel room with two suitcases each and ready to begin our "Nomad Adventure!"
