The Search is on!

It's official, this weekend, Miss B and I began our search for housing in which to co-habitate. We had been talking about it post Hawaii trip (seeing as we made it through without even a skirmish) and collectively decided at the year mark in June, households would be joined and move in with one another. One week after this discussion B's roommate broke the news that she would be moving out of state thus leaving her with three options: 1) find a sublet until June 2) move into my place 3) ask to move the co-habitational timeline up. The first option didn't seem to be worth it. By the time she actually found someone, got them settled in and adjusted to life with them it would be June. Second option is only a backup in the event that we don't find something by the end of February. Although I have never lived with someone before (yes, I am 36 and haven't done this, what kind of lesbian am I anyway?!?!? Apparently I never got my U-Haul) it simply doesn't sound like a good idea to move two people into a once single space. The third option seems like the right thing to do.

Saturday was spent viewing 6 apartments and one house in various neighborhoods throughout San Francisco. The East Bay isn't an option. It's hard enough to get me to cross the bridge once a week for Sunday night dinner much less drive back and forth every day for work. It isn't going to happen in this lifetime. Especially after chatting with the Bear in Training and his experience daily about how that dang bridge is a demon. Since arriving in San Francisco almost 8 years ago I have lived in three neighborhoods: The Castro, The Mission, and Bernal Heights, in that order. With each move it appears I am getting further and further from the heart of the city. When visiting apartments in The Mission and the home in Noe, it's obvious I am not used to the hustle and bustle of these areas. There is no parking, apartments are right on top of one another, and there are just so many people. Bernal Heights is quiet, clean, hassle free parking, and a little bit of the country in the city. Yet three blocks away there is a grocery store, coffee shop, restaurants, and videos. It's where we want to be. Today it was decided to wait it out to find the right place in Bernal. It would of course violate the feelings surrounding option two however and it would only be temporary.

There was a diamond in the rough just down the street from the current abode on Elsie street. It is a two bedroom, with hardwood floors, huge kitchen with breakfast nook, bay windows, view of the east bay, clawfoot tub and half bath, hook ups for washer/dryer, parking and storage space, as well as a garden to play in. The landlord's name is David and he's a hoot. A midwesterner from Ohio and a down to earth fella. He made us laugh and we did the same. Dropped off credit reports today as well as reiterated interest in occupying the second floor. He said "I've got a few more people to see and details to work out but I like you guys!". Only time will tell. Fingers and toes are crossed in hopes it happens. And if this doesn't, something else will. It's a matter of being patient and waiting it out.

Other worldwide searches...Let's see...Iraq is searching for a constitution. In fine Monkey Bush administration form, a timeline of six months has been thrust upon the Iraqi people to develop a constitution. Six months people. Are they serious? It's not as though they are drafting up a couple of plays for a football team or a vision statement for some company. It's a constitution for one of the most complicated countries in the world. What will the role of Islam be in the government? What sort of parliament will be elected in the "free elections" where now according to the Monkey "The flag of liberty has been planted.". Six months is a joke to think that this can possibly happen. Perhaps it can be written by the puppeteers who write everything else for the United States of Corporate America. Once again showing how disconnected and unrealistic this so called President of ours is from reality. As the po-dunk would say himself "We gotta learn them freedoms and liberties." Allah help us all.