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So...I promised y'all an update about where I live, right? So here it is. I'm pretty much in love with it (where I live) at the moment.
I live on the tiny second floor of an apartment complex that only has two floors. It is up a hill steep enough that sometimes, especially when I'm slightly hungover, cold, or tired, it feels like fucking Mount Everest. The next block over is the gorgeous Russian Hill.
My room is 10 x 14, painted white with grooves in the walls that look like thick pinstripes, and has a window that lets in a delicious amount of sunlight into the room. on the walls, I've pinned up a map, 3 clocks showing SF, Rome, and Beijing time, a Hello Kitty french memo board, Eric Carle posters, cutouts of beautiful Vogue Magazine shots, and a pastel drawing of an explosion of color that my roommate gave me as a welcome gift. It's what I would imagine the center of a rainbow to look like.
I live on the borders of North Beach, Nob/Russian Hill, and Chinatown. For those of you who aren't familiar with SF neighborhoods, know that I am never farther than a block or two away from bomb ass Italian and Chinese food.
A SFPD station is a block down, so it always looks like there's a mass murder or drug bust on my street. The only people I ever see walk by are white tourists and asian old people. I live with two chill as fuck dudes, Esteban and Steven.
...I hope I get to live here for a while.
I live on the tiny second floor of an apartment complex that only has two floors. It is up a hill steep enough that sometimes, especially when I'm slightly hungover, cold, or tired, it feels like fucking Mount Everest. The next block over is the gorgeous Russian Hill.
My room is 10 x 14, painted white with grooves in the walls that look like thick pinstripes, and has a window that lets in a delicious amount of sunlight into the room. on the walls, I've pinned up a map, 3 clocks showing SF, Rome, and Beijing time, a Hello Kitty french memo board, Eric Carle posters, cutouts of beautiful Vogue Magazine shots, and a pastel drawing of an explosion of color that my roommate gave me as a welcome gift. It's what I would imagine the center of a rainbow to look like.
I live on the borders of North Beach, Nob/Russian Hill, and Chinatown. For those of you who aren't familiar with SF neighborhoods, know that I am never farther than a block or two away from bomb ass Italian and Chinese food.
A SFPD station is a block down, so it always looks like there's a mass murder or drug bust on my street. The only people I ever see walk by are white tourists and asian old people. I live with two chill as fuck dudes, Esteban and Steven.
...I hope I get to live here for a while.