I know. I know. They said it would take a year to find a job and in just less than a month, Kate and I were already whining for not having any leads. People said it would take almost half a year to find an apartment in SF and after just three weeks of whining and extreme stress, we found one. The two Noe Valley studios. No go. The plans to room with our good friend Rob. No go. Kate randomly takers her chances and calls this place in the Richmond District to ask what time the open house is. She checks it out. She likes it. We apply. Finally, we got it.
Kate and I will be living in the Richmond District, on 2nd Avenue, between Geary and Anza. It's not a studio. It's a one bedroom.
Kate and I aren't married and we're moving in together. One bedroom. Two twin beds. Hahahaha. Hahahahha. Hahahaha. Does that make us sinners like witches and homosexuals?
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