And then some place called Las Vegas for the weekend.
It’s been exactly one year since I moved to San Francisco. Since then, I’ve been home six times.
Today was an peculiar day.
Such poetry to my life.
My landlord (who is a mega chill dude) put our building on the market this week.
Today there are waves of wealthy WASPs strolling in and out of my apartment, looking thru my windows and complimenting me on my things. Some of them are rude, a few of them are pleasant, and one of them may become my new landlord.
The broker keeps referring to our apartment as The Penthouse; I never thought to call it that.
Pretty interesting day.