I finally have a place called home! Wendy and I moved into our new place in lower Pacific Heights last Friday after an exhaustive search. With a 2% vacancy rate, there were slim pickins in this city. We were even seriously considering renting a haunted house.. I’m not joking. The place was scary. Our other choices included a place with one closet, no closets, a closet about 6 inches deep, a ground-floor unit where hobos could peer in, bedrooms in the form of little kid’s lofts/forts, and the list goes on and on. And.. many of these places had 20+ people in line with applications in hand! The best was seeing how well the Craigs’ List write-ups matched with reality. All of the places marketed their “granite counter-tops”.. and then you’d go in and see a countertop about 5 inches wide… in the entire kitchen. We felt duped and deceived the entire time. The upside is that I got a good feel for the city.
But here it is.. we’re in the bottom unit behind the tree. We sing the halleluiah chorus everytime we see our laundry room (a rare site in this city).. plus dishwasher, brand new kitchen and hardwood floors. Send me an email if you’d like to have an insider’s tour… or better yet, come visit! We’re also close to Trader Joes.. a friend of mine actually calls where I live Trader Joes Heights rather than Pacific Heights. That’s just fine with me… cause if I ever have a craving for dark chocolate covered pretzels, I don’t have far to walk!