Throwback Thursday post
Every day that I walk into the apartment, I feel so blessed to call you home. Despite the grittiness of the surrounding Lower Nob Hill neighborhood, you are bright, welcoming and always warm.
I will miss the proximity to some of our favorite restaurants (Ryoko’s, Osha Thai, Sweet Woodruff, Le Colonial). And even though work was only a 15 minute walk away, I could rely on a steady stream of buses and cable cars to get me there while I caught up on work emails. With Union Square only three blocks away, I truly felt like I lived in the pounding heart of San Francisco.
You only charged us $1,700 rent including parking, which will now increase to $2,500 (without parking) for the next tenants. Parking in our part of town is unheard of.
Sure there are aggressive homeless people who dot our street corners, but I have always felt so safe living in a large rickety old apartment complex. One time I left and forgot my house keys outside our apartment door when I was rushing in with groceries. They remained there all day and all night, until the next morning when I clucked around like a confused chicken wondering why I couldn’t find my keys.
We never had to worry about the unpredictable SF weather affecting our central heating. Dean and I are always wearing boxers and tees in the apartment; it’s that hot.
I treasure the memories we’ve shared here. We only have a little time left before we leave for our new home in Glen Park. Please excuse me while I shed some tears.
Pictures of the interior below