Sometimes plans change, but I prefer that there be reason other than pique behind it.
For a month or more we have been looking at real estate listings in Kansas City, MO. The intent was (and remains) to move there at some point in the future. Nice as where we live is, it will become too expensive at some point.
There had been much back-and-forth communication with a realtor in KC. He had sent us some listings. We had found some. There was even overlap - which suggested the realtor "got it".
Dick had arranged a trip there, four days. Tickets, car, hotel, all done.
Then an email from the realtor saying he couldn't even show any place unless we had all the financing arranged and, in effect, he was assured of the sale.
Further back-and-forth ensued, with the temperature rising. Ending in the cancellation of the trip - and a final email from me freezing everything solid. A bad habit, or character trait, but when I am sufficiently annoyed, everything gets very cold and very formal. It does not seem likely we will ever deal with this particular realtor again.
So, the long term goal remains. But thinking of it is a little toxic right now.
Well, there's always the lottery.
