Oceanfront Living

With warm weather showing up a little early this year, The Teller’s been itching to find a beach house, and not just a rental.

See, years of living in the parents’ basement have put The Teller in a position to buy. And for a lot of reasons, the subterranean crash pad in Somerville just isn’t cutting it. The people The Teller dates expect a certain level of elegance. You know, that cool “bare feet and rolled-up jeans with a half-buttoned, white linen shirt” vibe.

And two bathtubs outside.

So, it was exciting to say the least when we saw the ad for an “extraordinary opportunity to own a beach house on the Atlantic Ocean.”

Could The Teller actually get used to saying “The Cape” without first saying “down?”

Hopes were high and got higher as the ad went on: “This glorious house is one of the few private homes located on the ocean. Originally constructed in the 1850s as a life-saving station the house has been completely updated for luxury and comfort, yet retains its historical charm.”

Charm and provenance! How could The Teller resist? More importantly, how could the sirens of the sexy single set resist? We’re sure they’d all love to go down to The Teller’s home on the Cape.

That is, if it doesn’t fall into the ocean first.

What the listing agent failed to mention about this charming, historic, $2.2 million slice of Truro is that it used to be a good bit further from the ocean. The Teller wondered why the exterior photos didn’t show the ocean-facing side. Thanks to Boston Real Estate Blogger John Ford for steering us straight.

But hey, it’s a buyer’s market, right? Maybe the seller could be busted down to a more reasonable price. The Teller’s stash of $1 bills just keeps getting bigger, and who has the time to go down to the bank to make a deposit?