This picture is taken out of the front window of my house. The previous one
was taken out of the back.
It's no secret that I'm not cool and I live in the burbs of San Francisco.
I used to think I was cool, but it is unlikely that I ever was, and lived in
the
heart of trendy SF. When it came time to buy my own house I found that I had
turned into my dad: if I was going to spend all that money I didn't want to
have to deal the homeless sleeping in my doorway, or being able to hear my
neighbors
through the walls and floor, or friends never wanting to come over because
they couldn't find parking. If I was going to spend all the money I didn't
want my
house to touch it's neighbors and I wanted space, parking, a yard with a white
picket fence. I got everything I wanted in return for living in the fog and
having to drive to my local coffee shop and giving up any pretense of being
cool. It was a good trade. I like where I live. I enjoy my uncool life. |
