I didn't get the apartment I applied for. Apparently the other applicant I was up against must have just been stellar. So I didn't get it.
You know.
This vision in Pistachio green with it's splendorous view of the bay:
I'm both disappointed and relieved.
Weird, eh? Mostly I'm disappointed because I just loved that little apartment with the great fireplace and old stable door front door. It just seemed so right, everything seemed to fall into place. So I'm a bit stumped that it didn't work out. But truly that little place did serve a purpose, if nothing more than to get me to WANT to move to the city!
I'm slightly relieved that I didn't get it. Because now I think I'll take the next three or six or nine months (ideally sometime after my NBT) to find the "perfect" place for me to park myself in the city. One that may be slightly larger with a walk-in closet or breakfast nook or even a Jr. 1 bedroom. Will it have a garden or a view or even a parking space?
To quote my friend Pickle "Ya never can tell."
It's kind of magical, the city with all of the little unique nooks it has to offer.
So I'll take my time and find that hidden little gem to hang my hat in.
But the plan is now to move to SF. Exciting, eh? I think so.
Weird.
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