Today the house in Lake Forest was inspected. I was there very early, as I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to find the place on the ride back from yoga this morning. But it was simple to find, simple though it is actually pretty far up into the hills toward Portola Parkway. It was a beautiful day, and I got to see lots of my future neighbors out walking with their dogs or riding bikes or playing with their kids in the green space near the house.
Trees were being trimmed, loudly, during the whole time the inspector was there. He meticulously inspected every inch of the place, and found, predictably, a number of small problems, and a couple of larger ones (fireplace, garage door opener, wiring box). All of the bathroom fixtures have handles and spouts that need to be replaced, the garbage disposal needs replacing, etc. But nothing big and awful as in the other house, no clear signals we need to walk away. I have no urge to look any further.
Though the scope of the expense and the many things that need to be done are a little overwhelming, we don't need to do everything at once. One project a year, for a long time to come.