May 14, 2014

My Wallflower Apartment

My windows

Since it's been awhile since I've updated you on what's happening in my life, I'll start by sharing the point at which life took a big, positive turn.

As you know from previous posts, I had been wanting and looking for my own apartment for some time.  It seemed nearly impossible.  The San Francisco Tech Boom has been booming like crazy with no end in sight (although I selfishly hoped for it, reading too much into articles I'd come across about cash injections and top execs selling off millions of dollars in shares).   Even if I could find an affordable apartment, it seemed each time 20 people were there before me and someone else always got it.  

I was staying in temporary housing for 6 months, renting furnished rooms from people for a week or for a month, as I looked for my own place.  My prior roommate situation completely disintegrated into a very stressful and hostile environment.   I no longer felt safe in my own home.   I was able to get off the lease with the landlord's consent and move out.  All of my things went into storage except for a couple of suitcases and Britty Kitty.  We floated around from place to place as I continued to search.  

Then in October, after many open houses and ads later, I saw an affordable apartment and called the number on the ad.   Of course it had just been rented.  But then the rental agent continued and said "However I have another unit that just came on the market just a couple of buildings down and it's the same price."   I asked "Is it similar to the other one?"  She answered "It's actually bigger!"   I made an appointment to see it.  I loved it.  It had hardwood floors, high ceilings, crown molding, a pretty white kitchen, a huge walk-in closet, and lots of light.  It's on the top floor, so it's quiet.  I was crying before I got there and I was crying after I left.  Don't worry, I didn't let the agent see this.  It's just that it was the very last attempt I had in me.  All of the fretting was short-lived, however, because the next morning, the agent called to say I got the apartment!    

I moved in one week later.  It was so wonderful to get my things out of storage.  Britty Kitty and I have a home at last.  Our home.  It's quiet.  It's private.  It's our own little pocket of San Francisco.   I have no intention of moving again for years, not until I either meet the love of my life and we need a bigger place or I (we) move to France, whichever comes first.

Some of my beloved books (a top subject is France, of course).

After I moved in, I came across yet another horror-story article about people trying desperately to find an apartment in this city.  The writer said that there are small apartments that are clean and charming, yet they go overlooked because they aren't in the most popular neighborhoods or they aren't huge, newly renovated lofts.  He called them "wallflower apartments".   That's what I have found:  my very own wallflower apartment.   The kitties and I love it.  It's perfect.   And we couldn't be happier.

Britty Kitty and I are ever so happy to have our belongings again.
Home Sweet Home!

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