June 7, 2002
Thursday Night
I had dinner in the city with H last night. I hadn't seen in him in about two weeks, which is unusual for us. It was weird meeting him in the city and walking all around the Mission looking for a restaurant that, as it turned out, had closed over a year ago. So we marched up to Market Street and found a nice little resto where we had nice food and nice conversation. I miss being in the city. I moved up four years ago, and three of those years have been spent in Oakland. I hate Oakland. I miss San Francisco. I miss the city smells. I miss the city sounds. I have to find a way to move back there. The real estate prices have not fallen that drastically, despite what everyone has said about them. After the "dot bomb," there was a mass exodus out of SF because of the hugely overrated prices, and over the last year, while apartment rents have fallen a great deal, I'm still looking at studios and one-bedrooms for over a thousand dollars a month. A studio, 580 square feet for $1100? Just because it's on Nob Hill? Darling, that is crap. I don't really want a roommate, either. That would just suck to high heaven. I wonder if I can wait until the prices come down even more?
