A few years ago, I separated after a very long relationship. I was in my late twenties and had learned everything about life alongside my ex-partner. We efficiently shared household responsibilities and projects. Following the divorce, I was a tenant for months, before realizing that I wanted to own my own home.
With the sale of the condo I shared with my ex-husband and personal savings, I realized I could afford a small condo for the price of my current rent. One criterion only? I wanted to stay in my neighborhood, the one I had learned to love and discover as a young single woman. I loved the atmosphere, the shops, the people... but a little less the price of homes.
A little discouraged and confused, I decided to call on a broker to find THE rare gem that would be located, I hope, a few blocks from cafes, boutiques and good restaurants. In a few weeks, I was visiting a new condo in a brand new project that had slipped under my radar, but that my broker had found. Absolute love at first sight for the place, its immediate neighborhood and the large park that would host picnics and walks with my faithful canine companion.
It's dizzying to embark on a project alone, especially after a somewhat bumpy personal ordeal. I admit that, if it hadn't been for my broker's advice and perspective, I would have been overwhelmed more than once. On the contrary! In just a few days, I was the owner of a condo that reflected me, that respected my initial budget and that anchored me in a neighborhood I never want to leave.
