Movin' On - scrambled eggs

I was reading over some old mail. Came across a letter I sent to a friend. "We're looking at real estate in Sydney because we've decided we want to live here".
So much for "decisions".
It's Sunday afternoon in Parksville. Just finished a delicious late breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast.
He made the scrambled eggs. I've noticed that he's also started making the coffee. His coffee needed a lot of work, but he's been persistent and now his coffee tastes good.
His scrambled eggs were momentous, though! I'm thinking seriously of encouraging his kitchen exploits. I think he's got a cooking gene that's just starting to kick in.
Anyway - as I said - we're in Parksville. We're staying in a rented townhouse - very comfortable. It's on a little street with young green trees growing just as high as the 4 streetlights. Maybe 14 units here. Quite small.
It's so close to the downtown of Parksville that it could be considered "down town". 10 minute walk to the ocean beach. 4 minutes to the local pub - and the hair salon - and the little dress shop - and our bank.
Our realtor lives 2 doors down. He's renting while selling the units here (also going through some sort of personal adjustment), working his other properties, and running a business in Alberta with a partner. We were able to get this rental because of him. He put us in touch with the owner in Edmonton.
A month ago we drove by here on a Saturday afternoon and noticed the "Show Suite" sign. We got the tour, liked what we saw even back then - and he's been helping us ever since.
The interesting thing about this place is that there is an empty one just like it next door!
Although this would be the most unlikely choice - we're thinking about it.
The other day a friend said something that resonated. "So what if you make a mistake? Sell the place and move on! This is not the end of the world".