Hiding in La Hole

So where does a family fleeing the insanity of someone else's middle age crisis find sanctuary?

La Jolla, of course.

La Jolla, California. Still offically part of San Diego but they pretend they are their own city. Shhhh...don't tell them.

Some, like the little local paper, call this place "the Jewel", a nickname that makes me want to poke out my eyes. They base this on what they believe the translation of La Jolla means. Happily later research pointed out that the name is actually derived from a native word meaning "the Hole".

Much better.

Some very very rich people live in La Hole. I am not one of them. I am sure they are glad.

The escape plan from PB was that we move ASAP, find a place to rent and ready our little home for sale. We moved so quickly that our cleaning lady came for her regular bi-monthly visit and when she returned we had already cleared out. Fled.

yes, we have a cleaning lady. Happiness.

So we find a lovely rental for the price of one of our children's livers and off we move.

We used a company called "Starving Student Movers" to move us. I personally would never used them again. We moved 1.8 miles. Lets just say it is good that there were other organs to harvest and sell.

PlusI saw those guys moving our stuff. They were neither starving nor students. Instead they were big fat old dudes who broke our crap.

So now we begin our adventure looking for a home.

This is what I think I am searching for;

-A single family home

-a yard

-3 plus bedrooms

-a pool or room for a pool

-in La Jolla, Del Mar, Point Loma, Bay Park or a few sections of Northern Pacific Beach (there is a difference)

We have a real estate agent, stalk open houses and I personally am addicted to zipreality.com

Now the games begin.

I'll let you know what I find.