Come for the weather, stay for the poverty
I hate, HATE looking for a place to live in this city. Period. The prices are ridiculous for what you get and then you're expected to come up with a small fortune in order to move in. For example, looking at a 2 bedroom house that accepts pets could cost about $1,600 a month. Split between two people that's $800/month in rent alone. Okay fine. But the move in cost is $3,200. That's $1,600 per person and seriously, if I HAD $1,600 to throw around, I'd be able to have my car paid off or my emergency room visit to Pomerado with money left over. And this isn't including the added pet deposit they like throw in of around $500. Now mind you, if the landlord from the Julian place wasn't a greedy fuck and gave me back my near $2,000 deposit, I'd have that saved up. But noooo, I didn't get ONE CENT back. This totally pisses me off because I personally took out a loan to pay for that deposit, and I got squat. And the place got rented out in less than a month after I moved out. Seriously. Fucker. There was nothing wrong with it! It was in cleaner condition that when we moved into it. But whatever. I already have to fight my last roommate for my $500 deposit back which she never gave me either and its been 2 months and she said she'd give it back once the French guy moved in and gave his deposit to her. What is it with people?
It just makes me grit my teeth and cringe to have to pay 40-50% of my income on rent per month as it is, but then to have to pay nearly a month's income in move-in fees alone, seriously?! For what? Surburbia in year-around sunshine? Whatever. It's bullshit. The weather can go hang itself. The beach can go hang itself. I could go live in Savannah, Georgia or one of the Atlantic seaboard states for a hell of a lot less and still have the beach. Hell, I could go to Oregon or Washington for less and still have the beach. Fuck the beach.
And I hate most of the listings I see. I hate the concrete hell with the too close neighbors and no property to speak of. After living in PA where I had some breathing room between neighbors and a huge yard, then in Julian where it was even more open with LAND for a reasonable price (well for California), I want to cry at the thought of being so packed in like sardines or having to sucumb and live in a tiny ass apartment with a porch or balcony as my only "land" to speak of for the low price of $1,400/month. I crave for the open air, the open space, the country....
San Diego, you are my home, my family is here and its good to return, but seriously, after being to many other places in this country, the only thing you have going for you is the weather and that, isn't worth the cost. But stay I must, and I know you will break me eventually.
It just makes me grit my teeth and cringe to have to pay 40-50% of my income on rent per month as it is, but then to have to pay nearly a month's income in move-in fees alone, seriously?! For what? Surburbia in year-around sunshine? Whatever. It's bullshit. The weather can go hang itself. The beach can go hang itself. I could go live in Savannah, Georgia or one of the Atlantic seaboard states for a hell of a lot less and still have the beach. Hell, I could go to Oregon or Washington for less and still have the beach. Fuck the beach.
And I hate most of the listings I see. I hate the concrete hell with the too close neighbors and no property to speak of. After living in PA where I had some breathing room between neighbors and a huge yard, then in Julian where it was even more open with LAND for a reasonable price (well for California), I want to cry at the thought of being so packed in like sardines or having to sucumb and live in a tiny ass apartment with a porch or balcony as my only "land" to speak of for the low price of $1,400/month. I crave for the open air, the open space, the country....
San Diego, you are my home, my family is here and its good to return, but seriously, after being to many other places in this country, the only thing you have going for you is the weather and that, isn't worth the cost. But stay I must, and I know you will break me eventually.