Sunday, September 29, 2013


We still haven't found our next house or condo, but we have picked out its name: Toffeepot. Maybe giving a name to all of our vague house fantasies will help to make the dream a reality. After 3-1/2 years of daily. dedicated house-hunting, we are willing to try anything, including magical thinking.

I think our new place deserves its own name as well as an address, even though it won't be anything like "The Breakers" or "The Elms." No matter how small and humble it is, it will feel like the Holy Grail to us — the end of a long quest, a years-long struggle, and probably a war, given how many competing and above-asking-price offers local properties get these days. It will be hard-won, that's for sure.

After we reassured him that we wouldn't sell him to finance the purchase, the namesake is looking rather proud of himself:

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