Ok then, here goes:
In January my cousin and I were talking and I found out that my uncle had been thinking of selling what was left of the family farm in Lloydminster, Alberta. It was originally 1000 acres but was left to the four siblings when my grandparents died so it was split up and sold off. My uncle kept 25 acres of the home section for himself.
My wife has always loved the place so we talked about it and thought it would be a good idea to have a chat with him and see about making an offer. The idea of keeping the farm in the family is something we like too. It will be 100 years in our family next year.
We talked to the bank to see about how much they would lend us and then started looking at property values in the area to see what a fair offer might be. We were shocked when we saw what we could buy back there. I'd never thought this was something we could actually pull off.
I called my uncle and set up a time to come and visit, we were going to pack the trailer and the dogs and make a vacation out of it in May. We set up a time with him and talked back and forth. He was kind of wishy-washy about selling and seemed like it was going to take him a long time to decide. The loan would be funded by the time we went to see him so we knew how much we could offer and having cash in hand might motivate him.
Unfortunately the place has gotten a bit run down over the years and would take a ton of work to put back together. We would need to bring in a mobile home or live in our trailer while I got the 100 year old farm house livable again. It was going to be a ton of work and money.
One night my wife was surfing the real estate listings and found a place that was well within our budget and looked amazing. It was farther out than we wanted to go but we had looked as far north as Prince Albert and not found anything that would really work. This placed looked absolutely perfect.
We called the selling realtor to book an appointment, bought some plane tickets for the next weekend and flew to Sakatoon.
During the week, I called one of my clients who happens to be a big real estate investor whom I have a good relationship with. He buys and sells office towers. We had a long discussion about dual-agency because the idea of dealing with only one realtor made me a bit nervous.
As luck would have it, I caught some sort of stomach bug the night before we flew up and was awake, praying at the porcelain altar until 3am. Motivated by expensive, non-refundable tickets and Gravol, I boarded the plane the next morning.
We met up with my cousin who wanted to visit and met the realtor that day to look at a couple other properties he suggested which turned out to be awful and I had the bonus of running on about 3 hours of sleep to look at them.
The next day we went to the property we wanted to see and this is what we found:
We went back to our hotel, got in our rental car, drove all over Saskatoon to see if it had everything we needed and we wrote an offer the next morning.