Welcome back, friends! Last week we shared how a simple family trip turned into a wild “are we really doing this?” moment. This week, we’re pulling back the curtain on buying a house in Anguilla from that last-minute offer before our flight home to a six-month swirl of permits, island time, and a whole lot of faith.
We’re a middle-class, blue-collar family. This shouldn’t be our story and yet, here we are. What helped (and stretched us) most:
Attorneys + paperwork galore – Unlike closing stateside, we both needed attorneys and mountains of documents.
Permits & interviews – Getting permission to purchase as non-residents meant background checks and a government interview. Nerve-wracking? Yes. Impossible? Not at all.
Island time is real – Banks, holidays, WhatsApp-only updates—everything moved slower than we’re used to, and we learned to breathe, pray, and keep going.
Surprise requirements – Think: proof of insurance, extra escrows, and more. We scrambled—but doors kept opening.
Closing day felt surreal. We walked into a fully furnished (and fully someone-else’s-stuff) house, hunted down a couple of fans, ate frozen pizza, and listened to the wind rattle the shutters. Did we sleep? Barely. Did the sunrise the next morning make it all worth it? Absolutely. And coffee never tasted so good.
This home isn’t just a dream—it’s an invitation. We hope one day you’ll sit on this patio, hear the doves, watch the water change colors, and feel the same peace we did.
You don’t miss next week—the full house tour is coming! Hit subscribe on my YouTube channel or join us here on the blog and come along as this series unfolds.
