My mother loves a deal. It's a little scary some times the lengths she'll go to save a buck. She's also the person who will eat the leftovers in my fridge that were long past where we would consider eating them because she doesn't want them to go to waste. I have a little of this compulsion to save, and lately I've been feeling the urge in terms of our biggest investment: our three-bedroom home in a nice middle-class neighbourhood in downtown Toronto. The more housing prices go down, down, down, the more my palms itch with the urge to sell, sell, sell.