Omer, G and I arrived in San Francisco yesterday. We are staying in an apartment in the Castro neighborhood; 95% of the inhabitants of our neighborhood seem to be gay men, and the landmark by which I navigate is the giant pride flag flying near the Castro Theater. I still haven’t figured out if the assortment of pride paraphernalia in all the local drug stores is leftover from Pride Week or if they always sell the stuff. Either way, this is a great neighborhood for G to show off his love of all things pink.
Our apartment is up a very very steep hill; my goal for the summer is to be able to walk home to our apartment without needing an immediate shower and change of clothes. Also, it makes it really hard to do the grocery shopping, as pushing G AND 30lbs of groceries up the hill is damn near impossible.
It is our landlady’s first time renting out this place, and it shows. The whole house seems thrown together from odds and ends and leftover bits of sets. The kitchen has four styles of cabinets, an oddly out of place set of new appliances, a faucet that you can’t put on full strength without soaking the wall, two different colors of granite countertop, and a beautiful view over parts of San Francisco.
G has declared “I love this beautiful house” so at least it gets his vote! We also found a very cool playground yesterday, where G met a boy who greeted him with a sharptooth face. It was love at first sight.