I haven’t been much for blogging lately. In part because I’ve lacked the time. But on a lazy day like today where the San Francisco fog is ruling the land and I have nothing to do but wait for my car to show up, I thought I’d take a moment to share what’s been happening since Chena and I arrived here last Saturday.
The last few weeks have been some of the craziest I’ve ever known. From the water heater explosion and subsequent renovations to the movers (who were definitely NOT shakers) who stripped me bare of nearly all my earthly possessions, I have been trying to maintain some semblance of balance. This has not always been easy, but then I never thought it would be.
Water heater aside, the move has been fairly calm. Last Saturday I was a little frantic as I did a few last minute things around the house, packed the suitcases, and got loaded into the car that was taking us to Newark. Chena was checked in (which took awhile) and then we were both off to the City by the Bay.
The arrival at SFO was a little stressful as it took me almost an hour to get the correct answer to the question, “Where do I pick up my dog?” After about 45 minutes of waiting for her to come out of what turned out to be the wrong location, I was in full-blown panic mode. I was tired, stressed out, and desperately wanted my dog back. We finally located her in a separate building that we had to actually drive to quite a distance away from the baggage claim. I don’t know which one of us was more happy when she was finally brought out in her kennel.
Once in the city at the corporate housing apartment in the so-called “luxury” building, I finally felt able to breathe…despite the cigarette smoke which somehow makes its way in from the apartment next door. Yuck.
The building itself might be considered luxury, but the oversized hotel room masquerading as a studio apartment? Not so much. The living area is small, the kitchen is dark and unattractive, the TV is old (like 15 years at least), the decor is plain, and then sound proofing is non-existent. The best thing about it is the bathroom, but since that’s where the cigarette smoke seems to seep in the most, I can’t even get excited about that. Best thing about being in this building, though, is definitely the rooftop deck (FANTASTIC view – you can see both the Transamerica Building and Coit Tower) and its proximity to my office (I can walk to work in about 10 minutes).
My plan is to enjoy it for what it is (convenient and free) until it’s time to move into my permanent new home on September 1st.
I have a deposit down on an Archstone apartment in San Bruno. For those of you not familiar with the Bay Area, San Bruno is down the peninsula from San Francisco a couple of miles. It’s maybe 2 miles from the city limits and roughly 10 miles from my office in the Financial District downtown. The apartment building I’m moving into is brand new with an in-unit washer/dryer, large bathroom, terrace facing the courtyard, and gorgeous kitchen with granite and high-end appliances… Basically everything a girl moving 3,000 miles from her newly renovated townhouse could ask for. Secure garage parking is included, the whole community is dog-friendly and smoke-free, and I’ll be walking distance from the BART (subway) station as well as shopping and restaurants.
The only thing I’m slightly (but only slightly) worried about is how close to the airport the building is. I’ll be 3 miles away which, while convenient, could also be noisy. The planes apparently do not fly directly over my side of the building, but they still fly pretty close and may therefore be loud. However, everyone I’ve spoken to and all of the reviews I’ve read have indicated that this is really not a problem and eventually becomes just background that you get used to (like sirens do to city dwellers, or trains to people who live by a station). In addition, the building itself was built to originally be sold as condos so the concrete walls and floors provide fantastic soundproofing, both from neighbors and the outside.
I want to go back down there and get some measurements and take some pictures (once I do, I’ll be sure to post them). My car (which was supposed to show up yesterday) has yet to materialize, but when it does, this will be one of my first objectives.
So that’s really the latest on my new western front… Chena is adjusting, as am I… I know it’ll take time to really settle in and feel at home, but we’re off to a good start!