Insomnia seems to have taken control of my mind tonight. Where usually I have no trouble falling asleep, tonight my mind races, full of possibilities. I have been looking at houses, both for myself to live alone, or with John and Plumpy. I had found a 2 bedroom house in Westwood Heights, on the southern slope of Mt. Davidson. In that post with the panorama, I had just come from seeing this house before I shot those photos.
It’s a lovely house, overlooking City College, with both bay and ocean views. The current occupant and his female partner are healers, a massage therapist and an accupuncturist, and they have a magic show business as well. They are looking to move up to Marin Country, where she recently opened an office. In exchange for reasonable rent, they want to be able to use the second bedroom, which is currently set up as a treatment room, two or three days a week. All other times, I would live there by myself, and have use of the treatment room for myself. There is also a garage and an uphill backyard, as well as plenty of on-street, no-permit parking. It’s a quiet but pleasant neighborhood, and one in which I suspect I could do well.
On one hand, this is a nearly perfect opportunity for me. It’s a beautiful if slightly less convenient location, but not terribly far from City College, where I am going to start attending. Heck, I could walk there. It’s also close to Balboa Park and West Portal stations, and two bus lines run two blocks downhill on Monterey Avenue. The weather can be foggy and sunless, but on Tuesday there was a panoramic view. Forturnately, the Castro and Noe Valley are not very far away.
Also, I’ve been looking for 4 bedroom houses on craiglist, ones in which John, Plumpy and I could move. I think all three of us could make a new move work out well enough, but I have to have two rooms. The room where I work now would be perfect if not for my furniture, but I am very attached to that furniture. It serves as a pleasant reminder of my time as a dot-commer, and that couch is long enough for me to lay completely flat between the arms with a little room to spare.
5 bedrooms would be penultimate, as both John and I have living room furniture, but probably not terribly feasible, and 6 bedrooms would be a dream, as then David could have an office space, too. Well, it’s nice to dream, but the realities are that I need to have a room for my bed, and a room for massage.
Much thinking must continue.
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