I walked into the Belmont Diner and sat down, ready for poached eggs, bacon, home fries, brown toast … and peanut butter. When Chrystal saw me, she came right over. “I was wrong. Glenn’s condos aren’t on Manning Drive. They’re on the northeast corner of town, by the water tower.” Okay then. Once I finish slurping my coffee, I’ll head out there to get the lay of the land. Shortly thereafter, the door opens and in walks a guy. He sits beside me at the horseshoe lunch counter. Chrystal makes an appearance once more. “This is Glenn. And Glenn, this is the guy I told you about.” Serendipity!
We gabbed and chewed a bit and then he suggested I come over to see the model home. Fifteen minutes later I was at his doorstep. We talked and walked for an hour-and-a-half. From the map of the development, it looked like there was a lot available backing onto the farmer’s field to the north … a long view. Something I treasure.
There was a cheque in my pocket earmarked for Wellington Manor, the big condo building in St. Thomas. I whipped it out and re-earmarked it to Glenn. There. Deposit delivered. Home reserved. Bruce happy. Should I have done more research, more thinking? Naw. Lot 4 at 12 Robin Ridge Drive was calling my name. Strike while the iron is hot and all that.
In the week between then and now, I’ve met lots of my fellow condoers, mostly by walking around and saying hi. I even knocked on my next door neighbour’s door to welcome her to my world. Sharon very kindly showed me all through her home. Oh my goodness. In four months I’ll be in a very similar sanctuary, with Bruceness inserted into every nook and cranny.
Glenn and I have pored over the plans and come to an agreement about the design. And yesterday I went to Patene’s to pick out brick and shingles. Among the brick colours available for Glenn’s condos was a warm orangish-brown variety, with some of the bricks having a touch of grey or white. Beautiful. I asked for the addresses of homes that were built using this colour and found out that only three homes in the entire London region qualified. “Weird,” I thought. There were 50 or 60 homes constructed with my second favourite brick – a reddish brown hue.
Oh well, I guess my tastes are different from the vast majority. I drove off to London to view my colour. Google had given me directions and the target structure was number 2088 on a curving street. As the road moved leftward, I checked out the numbers … 2044, 2048, 2052. And then what to my wondering eyes should appear but a two-storey home decked out in the most lovely orangish-brown brick. I pulled Scarlet to a halt, got out and leaned against my car. I just stared. The brick sang to me. It was so beautiful. So warm, so homey, so me.
Tomorrow the journey continues.
2 thoughts on “Condo … Part Two”
I’m delighted that you have found a home and location that makes you happy! I’m so glad you connected with Glenn.
I’m thrilled to be moving to Belmont, Glenna. And Glenn is a good guy.