Dear Reader, I've been going through my blog archives looking for something describing how I chose my present apartment, but I have been unable to find anything. I apologize if I'm repeating myself, but I started Immeasurably More so I could tell stories like this, so tell it I will, even if it is telling it again. Those of you who visited me in Boston may remember my old apartment. It had bright yellow walls which I liked, but which some of my friends found objectionable. Regardless of their thoughts about the walls, they would all agree that it was cramped, sufficient for a single person, but definitely not for guests. Therefore, one of my primary goals when I moved to the UK was to find an apartment which was big enough for entertaining, for overnight guests and the occasional party. God and I had some serious conversations about this topic. In an effort at fiscal responsibility, I set myself a budget and made an appointment with a local estate agent. He scheduled four...