movin' on up
After many weeks of searching, and after about the 13th place we looked at, Mer and I are moving. We picked a nice townhouse in San Carlos -- great neighborhood, across from the public library and the police station.
Those who've been to our present digs know several things:
it's in that "in transition" neighborhood that's incongruously got Ultimate Elegance (my favorite store for lacy and oh-so-sleazy underthings) next to, say, a hair salon or a dive bar next to a new age center;
it's cluttered with our accumulated shit over our four years of living there, such that it's a bit of a rabbit warren;
it's got sun on one side;
it's got a family of 5 living above us with a small child who is not much of a quiet angel. He's a holy terror who runs around, jumps around, shakes in his chair during dinner, screams, cries, yells in the stairwell, does laps around the apartment, has tantrums in the carport, and throws things, while the parents argue, fight and scream themselves;
we would like to entertain a bit more;
the building itself is from late 60s hell.
This place, hopefully, fixes all of this. It's only slightly more expensive than what we're paying now, the landlord immediately wants us in there -- we'll match all the other yuppies that live there now -- and we can easily unclutter to make the place our home. This is a big step up for us, in terms of living arrangements. Although we're still renting, we won't be thinking of this place as an apartment; it'll be our home (with a lot more wallspace for our various posters and artwork). That's incredibly important.
This is going to be great.