So I’ve moved twice already here in San Fran… keeping up the typical transience of my life.

My first SF abode was a sublet that I made quickly and frantically over craigslist from Phoenix, AZ. I would occupy the mystery room with mystery roommates from Aug. 15 until Sept. 6th, or earlier, depending on when I found my new place. Somewhat risky, getting a place you’ve never seen with people you’ve never knew, but I needed a place, and this place is what came my way.

And it ended up gloriously. My room was gigantic, with a large comfy bed, and speakers I could hook my ipod up to. That was basically all I needed. It was also nestled in the very middle of the Mission… so I had a wide array of restaurants and bars and coffee shops and taquerias at my disposal. My roomies for the time were Lindsay from Sacramento, and Alex and Noah, the cutest freaking couple I’ve met in a while. Noah recently moved here from Seattle to be with his lady. She’s been in the house for a couple of years now… the house veteran. I actually didn’t see much of any of them for the first week I was there… Alex and Noah were house-sitting and Lindsay is the busiest person on earth. But then we all found each other and it was great. Jon-Marc, who owns the room I subleased, also came back for the weekend and lived on the couch, making it a full house, but he is incredibly awesome and I’m glad I could pay some of his rent for him this month.

This is a giant photo of Noah.

This is my San Carlos kitchen. I’m not actually sure who took these photos, but they were on my camera.

Then came moving time. My permanent abode was found. A beautiful purple victorian sitting a block from Alamo Square (you know, from Full House and stuff). Hardwoods, REALLY high ceilings, gigantic living area AND yard with trees and grass… I still can’t believe I’m living here. Anyway, I managed to pack all of my stuff into a taxi (a large one) and do it all in one trip and $20. It was certainly my first taxi move, and also the taxi driver’s. It was a bonding experience.

So now I begin to build my nest. I’m feeling particularly nesty right now, which is ironic, because I can’t afford to do anything at the moment, including purchasing furniture. So I’m sleeping on my lovely bedpad (best thing you could ever bring on a cross-country tour, FYI) and waiting to unpack the rest of my things until I have things to actually unpack my stuff into.

In other news… I start grad school tomorrow. How’s that for some crazy shit. More on that when I have a better idea of what on earth I’m getting myself into.

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