For the last year a friend has been letting me stay in the basement apartment of his house. It's been a perfect location and good situation all around. Now that I'm settled into the city and a good job he said he'd like to have me start looking for another place. Since the housing market is the main factor that drives people out of San Francisco I can't say I'm feeling thrilled about having to find a place. And while my friend has gone far above and beyond generosity, I have to admit the feeling of rejection. I mean, why wouldn't he want me to crash in his basement for ever and ever? Surely he'll miss the warm glow of my presence, my clothes in his washer/dryer and the way I mooched off his wireless internet. Right? Ah well. Moving on to new adventures seems to be what I'm good at.
| December 7, 2007 03:46am | 
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Let the adventures begin. The sunrise on a new day can be so exciting. There might be a few things in your new place that you didn't have in your old one. It all Might be a very happy adventure indeed.
Mike | December 7, 2007 9:16AM