I know people love San Francisco. Probably those people who don’t have very high expectations. Living in SF was the first step into working and living in the Yay Area – more jobs = good thing. But living in a highly populated city like San Fran you have to lower your standards, unless you have oodles upon boodles of money. Bums are everywhere (will someone open, or reopen an insane asylum already?) = milk jugs of pee and human doo on the side walk. Or if you are lucky like Chris and I, poo doo right in front of the car door. I guess we were lucky it wasn’t smeared on our car, eh?
Trash is everywhere. And you have to move your car at certain times for “Street Cleaning.” If you don’t, they’ll fine you around $40 and they only succeed at pushing the trash around, not picking it up. The city is so crazy about cleaning streets they even stop traffic on the freeway to “clean” it. Weirdos.
The streets just smell, if not due to the reason stated above, it is odors wafting from the sewers – mmmmm, yummy! We temporarily discontinued our nightly walks because of the people on the streets of our neighborhood. Homeless asking for money, poo doo, druggies – it was less stressful staying in-doors. Well, our apartment wasn’t a cake-walk either, but haven’t I complained enough for one posting?
Being the Child-of-the-suburbs that I am, we have happily relocated to a nearby bed-room community. Not a bum in sight! God really answers prayers. With Chris’s new job he finally has health insurance – we are living the American Dream. I love paying rent. Sorry for the sarcasm. We will be moving twice in a month to a rental that is, hopefully, going to fulfill all our desires. And I’m back in school – back to ruining my eyesight reading a million pages a week.