Actually, right NOW is a great time to buy. Just be sure and finish the red wine before you move.
Today is September 21. It’s officially the first day of autumn. Last week I blogged about how there’s no need to wait until next spring; right now is a great time to find the lake home or cabin of your dreams. The leaves are beginning to fall, and soon it will literally be a lot easier to see the bargains that are out there. Then, when you do find what you’re looking for, there’s no reason to be afraid of moving in the winter. It’s not so bad.
That’s easy for me to say, you’re thinking. But the truth is, I’ve actually followed my own advice. When my husband and I moved here from the Twin Cities on the last day of February in 2003…
It was the final step of a journey that had begun months earlier. Although we were nowhere near ready to retire, we were definitely tired of living in the city. It was time to get out of town. That summer our research began online, and with many evenings spent poring over paper maps. Then, in early September, we spent an entire week exploring certain corners of northwest Wisconsin more closely, both by road and by water. That was followed by more long weekends of exploring, and more studying of maps back in the city.
In November we called a Realtor. Before long we had an accepted offer and a closing scheduled for the end of February. For the most part, things went smoothly. Even though we ended up driving our own moving trucks, we weren’t afraid of moving in the winter. It was no big deal, and it didn’t turn out to be a problem at all. Except for one thing.
Most of our earthly belongings spent at least two nights in a moving van, and on both those nights the temperatures fell to around minus 25 F. Packed toward the front of one truck were several bottles of wine. Eventually we discovered that the white wines, which apparently had a slightly higher alcohol content, were all OK. But every single one of the reds popped their corks and extruded little towers of red wine popsicle.
Once thawed, they were still drinkable. But it was a learning experience.
I maintain there’s no reason to fear moving in the winter. Just remember this one detail. If you have an actual wine collection, you’ll of course transport it carefully. The rest of you are unfortunately faced with the onerous task of finishing your red wines before you move.
It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it. Cheers!