I had a rude awakening the other day.
Since re-locating to Northern California, I have had a yearning to be in The City. Childhood memories of riding the Muni and Bart into the heart of downtown came flooding back. Strolling the streets, seeing theatre, and just the general vibe of a downtown core are still vivid in my mind.
I always wanted a Victorian house. Then I discovered what the going rate for even the most run-down decrepit ones... and I promptly realized I'd be able to buy an estate with two vineyards for that price.
But cost of living wasn't my rude awakening. Well, partly, since I know the place I'd like to live is completely out of reach...
It was the wall to wall houses. I had forgot how they are all butted up against each other. It was a wet day - and everything seemed a bit miserable.
There was no green.
No trees.
No bushes, unless they were caked in urine.
I was depressed...
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