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Moving Day
Again…
Author’s note: this is for my expat friends who live locally, in hopes that something like this will never happen to them. For everyone else, have a giggle about how wrong things can go!
This morning the movers came. This is not my first move; far from it. I stopped counting at 59 moves — local, cross-country, international, some rentals, some owned. Condos, townhomes, country houses, apartments, casitas. You name it and I’ve lived in it.
“Why can’t you just settle down?” scolds my mother’s voice in my head.
“But, Mom, it’s a better opportunity/location/job/boyfriend/whatever there!”
Here’s what happened…
I bought a lovely lot in the hills of Alfombra, near Tinamaste, in the southern zone of Costa Rica. My plan has always been to build a cute casita with a guest house on that lot, but having no dinero, I must sell my current house first.
So, on the recommendation of several folks, I hired a top-of-the-line realtor, Blue Zone Realty, based in Uvita, Ojochal, and Dominical, and the sales person I hired lives in Pérez Zeledon, not far from me. His name is Aarón Ugalde, a Tico, but not the sweet, kind, caring type of Tico that I was accustomed to.
It was about three months before he brought me a serious buyer, gringos from…
