Homeless in San Francisco

We are back in square 1. Or maybe even square 0 or -1. We checked out two condos in the area we were originally hoping to get into. The first one was absolutely filthy. It has a lot of storage and great room dimensions, but it was painfully outdated. The view in the far distance was the bay and mountains, but the near-by view was the one and only Cow Palace. (see it to believe it! www.cowpalace.com) The second condo was much cleaner and a little off-set to the large Cow Palace, but it was still outdated and had an unusually large number of mirrors. To top it off, as we were driving down the street nearby, a fleet of five police cars blazed past us. We went a few blocks further to see a dozen or so officers with their weapons drawn. This is not a place we would want to bring our mothers.

When we were looking at different areas to live in before our move, we were considering an up-and-coming area called Emeryville. For those of you in the Milwaukee area, it is very similar to the new Bayshore Mall area. We found a listing for a brand new three-story house. As all the other listings like this, it was too good to be true. It was in fact new and beautiful, but around the corner were houses and barbed wire fences you would not want to live near. 

My mom said, "You must feel out of place." She was right. We do. It is difficult to live out of a suitcase without your familiar things around you. I had some extra wedding pictures so I put those around the place and it feels a little better. So here we are, back in square one. Homeless in San Francisco.