I am moving. My roommate Kelly is moving to San Diego for grad school (PhD, neurology, scary) and I decided I wanted to be closer to my new love in life, San Francisco. Seriously, I'm not kidding when I say that I'm in love with that city. I'm actually sort of obsessed with it, and the idea of living there is still kind of feeling too good to be true. I know there are the annoying city things but seriously, spend one full weekend there and tell me you don't love it.
Dan and I found a place in the Mission that is pretty much perfect. The apartment is small and quirky, in that Victorian San Francisco way, and the street it's on is adorable. All the trees have decorations on them and apparently they have block parties. And you know your neighbors. After two years in an apartment where the most vivid memory of my neighbors was the time the fire alarm went off at 6am, I really can't wait to get to a street/neighborhood that feels like a community. We have a little backyard and a little "front yard" which is more like a concrete square with a fence around it, but we're going to pot some plants and herbs and put them there where they will get the (admittedly so-not-daily) sunshine. It's a three bedroom, so in theory Dan's current roommate Sarah is going to move with us as well (somewhat unconfirmed at the moment). I am so very excited for this!
Here's my new street:
And my house is this one on the right, the bottom floor: