I’ve been on the housing search in San Francisco for a few weeks now. It’s been everything you’d imagine it to be if you read the Bold Italic: frustrating, emotionally exhausting, and maybe even a little thrilling. My hunt is dominated by refreshing Craigslist about every 23 minutes, meeting with strangers in their strange smelling homes, and riding the whirlpool of hope + defeat. I’m searching for sunshine and human connection — and yet to find a place that really feels right.
Seeking a new home and constantly trying others on for size can make you feel pretty uprooted (at least they have for me). So as I continue to fight the whirlpool and hit refresh, I’m also going to look for moments of home in pockets of this city. Today at Sugarlump, holding a warm mug in my hands and surrounded by dark wood and beachy vinyl, I felt that calm. It didn’t take more than the decision to seek it, and I carried it with me as I left and walked to bart.