Opportunity knocks

But it was only the phone ringing.

It's an opportunity, but it also presents a conundrum. What to do...what to do?

I've often spoken about how much we like where we live. We've both said that this place is perfect for us and it's where we'd stay. Unless some filthy-rich distant relative dropped dead, leaving one of us with a couple million with which to buy a little shack on a tropical beach somewhere. Or we win the lottery.

Unfortunately, neither of us has any filthy-rich relatives and I guess ya hafta actually buy lottery tickets to win, doncha?

The only thing really wrong with where we live is that it's not near water. Of course, "near" is subjective. We're within a couple miles of the Illinois River. I guess some would consider that near. I mean near as in ON. It's always been our dream to live on the water...somewhere. An ocean. A river. A lake. A pond. Ok, a big pond.

The phone rang this afternoon and we've been presented with the opportunity to move to a place that's ON the river. A little house. With a deck. Overlooking (as in RIGHT ON) the Illinois River. I'm thinkin we'd feel like we're on vacation 365 days a year.

We haven't even seen it yet, but we know the approximate location. We know that it's in an area that we love...an area that we've often said that we'd love to live in, but would probably never get the chance.

We have the chance.

We're gonna go look at it this weekend. Ziggy made the comment that we need to go look...if for no other reason than to pick it apart and find all kinds of reasons that we shouldn't move.

Think that'll work?

Nah. Me neither.

Thankfully, we've got a couple months to think about it. No doubt we'll change our minds a dozen times between now and then.

Anybody wanna take a guess as to what decision we'll come to?