For the past two months since we've been home from Europe, both Ryan and I have been itching to move to The City. With no attachments to school (ew) and encouragement from the chefs at work, Ryan set out for San Francisco, while I twiddled my thumbs away taking my last undergraduate classes in Santa Cruz. Together, he and his friends have found a place on Alamo Square which, we quickly decided, was the nicest neighborhood in town. Hardwood floors, latticed windows and a real kitchen!, around the corner from the Independent, fancy restaurants like Nopa, and walking distance to everything. I spent the weekend helping him move in and walking around Alamo Square park, writing down addresses of houses I'd like to live in...I have all sorts of strange criteria planned out. I want to live alone, I want southeast facing windows, I want to decorate with Pendleton blankets and Mexican embroidered tapestries...
Twenty-seven more days left in Santa Cruz for me. And before I'm moving anywhere, I've got to find a job....
