It's a nice location and the house is comfortable, but it's readily apparent that no one's ever *lived* there. You know how some house rentals are charming and full of the owner's personality? Books, art, well-loved toys, curated knick knacks... this is the opposite of that.
The development has big HoA energy, including an idiotic sign prohibiting walking the 50 ft to the neighboring skatepark* (and future playground). They're big expensive houses that I'm sure are also nice inside, but it all feels real nimby and cookie cutter. So instead of feeling like you're house-sitting in a neighborhood and helping out some homeowner, it's abundantly clear there are corporations at every step.
The house itself was clean, quiet and comfortable. But one bunk bed ladder's loose screws let it pull in/out a full inch; one bicycle's handlebars were totally loose in the stem; a kitchen stool's bolts had loosened so much it was downright dangerous to sit on; the door handle to the garage was wobbling around in the door; the garage door sensor was knocked off so the door wouldn't close; etc etc.
None of these are a big deal, they're all 2-minute fixes if you have the tools: I share them because they describe the vibe of a house that feels like it was built by a corporate algorithm and then walked away from.
It's great walking distance to town and the beach, and we had good time. But staying there felt like being part of the problem with US real estate.
And the sandbox isn't there, either.