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Hi guys! Long time no post.
I have moved into my apartment, and now that I finally have internet and it's not only in my pantry I can be a real person again! The apartment is awesome (despite the initial Internet-Only-In-Pantry problem). I was so lucky to have gotten it. For one week in July, I spent every single day driving up to San Francisco from Palo Alto (~45 min each way) looking at places, submitting applications, and never hearing back. Finally I found this place, but I almost didn't submit an application because while I was here looking at it, there were 5 other people there filling out applications themselves. When the landlord called to tell me I'd gotten it, I was completely euphoric. Apparently he'd had 11 people submit applications, but he liked me best. Yay! Anyway, it's a great little place. Huge kitchen, good sized living room, big bedroom with a bathroom off it (with a claw-foot tub!), and this weird little pantry area off the kitchen (the location of the only DSL jack in the apartment and thus the only place I could use the internet until my dad miraculously coached me through setting up the wireless after three days of struggling with it). Best part: I have a nice sofa that pulls out into a bed so any and all are welcome to visit!
I started my job August 18 in downtown SF. Well, technically I started it the week before in Houston by going to my company's very intense training program for new grads. But I've been at my office for two weeks now and I'm really liking it. Everyone (all 7 of us) is really nice and fun, there are great restaurants around, and it's a super easy commute for me. All three bus lines that go down my street stop right in front of my office, so I just hop on in the morning, read for 20 minutes, and hop off.
So you may have heard of the street I live on-- Haight... as in Haight & Ashbury, the hippie drug haven of the 60's and 70's. There's certainly some remnants of that around, such as the abundance of smoke shops and places called things like "Dreams of Kathmandu". Mostly it's people in their 20's and 30's though, so it's a nice place to be. The hobos are pretty docile too, must be the wafts of medical marijuana I see advertised in the shops. Golden Gate Park, SF's far superior version of Central Park, is only 10 or so blocks away, and the Panhandle (a little extension of it) is even closer. Buena Vista Park, the oldest park in the city, is a block from me, and very pretty. On clear days you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.
This Labor Day weekend, instead of going to the Smokies for the 35th Annual End of the World Party in Whitehurst tradition (long story), I'm just hanging around here. I'm going surfing tomorrow in Pacifica, a little suburb just south of SF, and then going to Alcatraz and a gourmet foodie convention thing on Sunday. Monday will probably be dedicated to the on-going furniture assembly battle. Only two things left-- kitchen table and desk.
All this to say, I'm really happy to be here and I hope people come visit me! (I'm looking at you, Tulsa people! You too, Cornellians.)
I have moved into my apartment, and now that I finally have internet and it's not only in my pantry I can be a real person again! The apartment is awesome (despite the initial Internet-Only-In-Pantry problem). I was so lucky to have gotten it. For one week in July, I spent every single day driving up to San Francisco from Palo Alto (~45 min each way) looking at places, submitting applications, and never hearing back. Finally I found this place, but I almost didn't submit an application because while I was here looking at it, there were 5 other people there filling out applications themselves. When the landlord called to tell me I'd gotten it, I was completely euphoric. Apparently he'd had 11 people submit applications, but he liked me best. Yay! Anyway, it's a great little place. Huge kitchen, good sized living room, big bedroom with a bathroom off it (with a claw-foot tub!), and this weird little pantry area off the kitchen (the location of the only DSL jack in the apartment and thus the only place I could use the internet until my dad miraculously coached me through setting up the wireless after three days of struggling with it). Best part: I have a nice sofa that pulls out into a bed so any and all are welcome to visit!
I started my job August 18 in downtown SF. Well, technically I started it the week before in Houston by going to my company's very intense training program for new grads. But I've been at my office for two weeks now and I'm really liking it. Everyone (all 7 of us) is really nice and fun, there are great restaurants around, and it's a super easy commute for me. All three bus lines that go down my street stop right in front of my office, so I just hop on in the morning, read for 20 minutes, and hop off.
So you may have heard of the street I live on-- Haight... as in Haight & Ashbury, the hippie drug haven of the 60's and 70's. There's certainly some remnants of that around, such as the abundance of smoke shops and places called things like "Dreams of Kathmandu". Mostly it's people in their 20's and 30's though, so it's a nice place to be. The hobos are pretty docile too, must be the wafts of medical marijuana I see advertised in the shops. Golden Gate Park, SF's far superior version of Central Park, is only 10 or so blocks away, and the Panhandle (a little extension of it) is even closer. Buena Vista Park, the oldest park in the city, is a block from me, and very pretty. On clear days you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.
This Labor Day weekend, instead of going to the Smokies for the 35th Annual End of the World Party in Whitehurst tradition (long story), I'm just hanging around here. I'm going surfing tomorrow in Pacifica, a little suburb just south of SF, and then going to Alcatraz and a gourmet foodie convention thing on Sunday. Monday will probably be dedicated to the on-going furniture assembly battle. Only two things left-- kitchen table and desk.
All this to say, I'm really happy to be here and I hope people come visit me! (I'm looking at you, Tulsa people! You too, Cornellians.)