Well here we are, back in Montreal where it took about 13 minutes for us to get back into the routine. And while I like the routine, I’m homesick for Florida. The sun. The schedule (none). And the time with my family. (So happy they don’t live in Alaska.)
During the last six hours before boarding the plane to come home, my focus became “how can I hold on to this forever?” Which lead me to go online and check out the real estate.
Did you know that you can buy a condo in Florida for under $50,000? I even found one for $26,000 in a 55+ gated community!
Yes, I KNOW that I’m not 55 years old (and thank-you for noticing) but I’ll fake it if it means I can spend time away from winter. And besides, living in a 55+ community would allow me to implement a three-step solution for staying young forever:
Step 1-Hang out with old people.
Step 2-Consume large amounts of alcohol.
Since Greg hates winter as much as I do (possibly even more), I had him CONVINCED that buying a condo in Florida was the right thing to do. Everything was set, we were going to take the plunge and invest in our very own condo in Florida!
Then something stupid happened. Greg started playing around with numbers.
While I was 40,000 feet in the air and therefore unable to text him about all the great reasons we should buy our condo (as reinforcement), he was busy calculating.
His conclusion? By the time we’re able to spend any real amount of time in Florida we’ll have spent close to $60,000 on condo fees, taxes and electricity.
“It’s just not a good investment,” he explained.
I hate math.