Our New Home In July, nearly a year after we began our house hunt, my husband and I finally moved into a new home. It was not any of the houses or communities I wrote to you about in February . In fact, for a long while, it was a house we would not even consider. Here’s our story: I saw the sign one day, driving through a neighborhood that I had discovered, and fallen in-love with, more than twenty years earlier when we first moved to San Diego. For Sale By Owner: Open House, Sundays 1-4 p.m. I jotted down the address displayed in small black numbers on the front of the pale blue house. Then, I scribbled the phone number written on a shabby sign hanging from a thin metal frame in the front yard. Slowly, I drove past the other quaint, cape-cod style homes, looking for any other For Sale signs. I found none. The following Sunday, I dragged my husband to see the house. As it did not meet much of our criteria, we were in and out of there in a matter of minutes. And, our house hunt con...