Hey #SFBA folks, a quick request… I’m starting to look at housing in the city #SF, and if you have any leads (even if it’s an “I love my neighborhood because…” type of comment) that would be great. 🥰
I don’t need a roommate, but I do need a place that accepts cats and has in unit laundry (which apparently is a very limiting factor). Not sure where to start my search other than the usual online portals.
In-unit laundry is going to be a really hard barrier. Few places have that; those that do are typically expensive, even for here. You might have to resort to a portable washer that you connect to the sink, and improvised clotheslines. That's what I did in the last place I lived. Not all buildings will allow you to have your own washer though.
In my current building I have to use a shared laundry room. But since I have a sensitivity to scents and detergents, this means being the first person in there when it opens, running an extra cycle to clean the washer before my laundry goes in, and not using the dryers at all. You may be forced to make compromises like that if you aren't rich.
I do like the building I live in now, and the area is very convenient and walkable. Since it's a large building there are usually a few vacancies. There are a few units with washing machines but so far as I know, all of those are 3-bedroom apartments.
My daughter just FaceTime’d me from a bar in New Orleans with a good girlfriend of mine from my pre-startup days in Philly, as they were attending the same conference in NOLA this week. So that was a neat surprise.
Kid is back in the States this week for a professional conference in New Orleans where she went to undergrad. (Kinda cool she was able to return on grad weekend 4 years later.)
Lo and behold, her dang card was skimmed at bank ATM or somewhere else possibly in the French Quarter.
@joy
We were heading out to diner when a copter passed over. All we could make out was, "...seeking two murder suspects..." I turned to my wife and said, "Let's do that frozen pizza."
@ToneMilazzo Yeah, at first when I heard the loudspeakers I thought my night was going to get much more unexpectedly exciting. (i.e. Do I need to put on some real pants to go figure out what's going on?)