I think we may have settled on a place to live. Its weird, having looked at so many different places in so many areas, having imagined my life in all these different scenarios, to finally settle on this one.
In actuality, Im 50/50 about the place. I’m not too hot on the location–too chi chi and weird location for my taste. I dont like the idea of living in the same neighborhood as my boss’ boss. I actually dont like the details of the place–the interior is pretty cookie cutter–blank white plaster walls, white carpeting, white appliances, punch out windows. The exterior looks like a cross between a put-put mini golf building and a barn. Theres not a real garage–just a driveway-like space in the front. And the stairs to the front door and the hallway leading to the unit are very 1970s college/dorm like. Its also 4 very long blocks to the J line which takes you downtown.
But —
The view is truly the most amazing I have ever seen from any house anywhere in the city. It is breathtaking. The unit occupies 2 floors. Downstairs, there are 2 bedrooms, shared bath, kitchen, living, dining, deck. Upstairs, there are the other 2 bedrooms, shared bath, open living space, small wet bar area (complete w/mini fridge) and another deck. The view from the deck encompasses all of san francisco–you can see all the little gingerbread houses stacked up on all the hills, you can see the city, and you can see the bay. Its amazing.
I didn’t tell my roomies this but the moment I saw the view and saw where I could hang my hammock swing, was the moment I was sold on the place.
potential new hood:
http://www.sfgate.com/traveler/guide/sf/neighborhoods/noevalley.shtml
http://www.bestofthebay.com/1999/hoodnoe.html
I’m really really REALLY sad to even think about leaving my current place. There are so many things I love about it, and so so so many memories. It will be hard to say goodbye to the laid back atmosphere, the second chinatown, the rugged landscape, the beach w/in walking distance, the place where I lived through so much good and so much bad, the sounds of distant ships in the night, the place I call home. I know Im not moving far–no place in the city is truly far from one another — but it feels like a lifetime away.
I guess change is good though, and like I said before, maybe this is life pushing me forward towards bigger and better things.
Why must I always be so fucking sentimental about everything?
