In the coming weeks Michelle and I are moving to SF. Yes, the girl who for years said she’d be happy in Santa Cruz for the rest of her life has agreed to move away from Santa Cruz. There are a number of reasons for the move, but mostly it came down to that we both felt we needed to make some changes and shaking things up with a big change should make the rest seem a little more trivial.
The place we found is a pretty sweet apartment a short walk up the hill from Cole Valley. It’s more than double the size of the Postage Stamp we had in Santa Cruz and it’s the top floor of a building situated on a ridge, so the view is somewhere in the awesome to spectacular part of the spectrum. It even has the “off-street parking” and “laundry-in-the-building” must-haves. Downside is that I’m still working in the South Bay, but really, my new commute isn’t that much longer than the old one. Also being that Chel doesn’t drive, much less would even consider commuting from SF to UCSC, she is looking for gainful employment at either UCSF or Berkeley.
We’re both really excited; we’ll see how the cat fairs.