Good morning San Francisco,
I moved to SF about 6 months ago, but I've been in the Bay Area since 1995. I lived in SF for a few months and then proceeded to live in the South Bay, slowly moving up the peninsula (with a stint in Santa Cruz.. ah glorious Santa Cruz I miss you).
Fast forward to 6 months ago. I had been living in San Mateo for the past three and a half years, and after landing a great job at a cool software/startup company I decided to move. So, I found a 'decent' place in SF. Moved, painted, put everything away. But, I never felt truly at home there. I was on top of the hill on 17th, and felt so isolated from everything still. Not to mention it was a dark apartment and no laundry in the building! Ugh, very frustrating. Gave away most of my plants for the move and those that came with ended up either dying or looking super sickly.
Not a good fit. So I started looking for something different and sho nuff I found it. I moved to the Castro. Two bedroom, (fairly) quiet area and building and laundry.. oh yeah, parking too! This place is so much better than the old. I'm excited.
Back in 1991 my boyfriend David and I (he's since gone on to being straight or messed up or whatever) were in the Castro for gay pride. We called our friends Deb n CJ telling them how thrilled we were to be in the thousands of others. It felt really good to be there. It felt like home.
Eighteen years later I live 4 blocks from the very spot where we called the girls. Damn, 18 years. I was smiling this morning as I was walking to the Castro Muni station. It's a beautiful thing, and I'm glad to be here.
