As we continue to fix up our little Spanish casa piece by piece, I thought I might take a quick moment to catch everyone up to how we got to where we are today. It all begin just two years ago with a keen interest in owning our own little piece of property. I had recently become obsessed with a little nook in San Diego known as Kensington because it reminded me very much of the streets I’d like to one day raise my children on.

Kensington is a charming neighborhood with a teeny tiny downtown that houses a one-room theater, two coffee shops, a little library, small park and perhaps a half dozen skin and hair salons. It’s surrounded on three sides by San Diego canyon, allowing for a gentle ocean breeze just about any time of the year, despite the fact that it’s ten miles or so from the shores. The canyon helps to keep the spirit of the community protected and isolated from much of the rest of sprawling San Diego as well.

Kensington’s street’s are lined with palm trees and the homes are little renovated nests that replicate, for the most part, their 1930’s architectural counterparts. We were on the hunt for one such renovation project — the worst house on the best block, if you will. Take a look at three of our contenders… Continue reading →