We left Denver in October and had been stalking Craigslist for the perfect place for the last six months. Let’s be honest, we were just looking for a place that we could afford that wasn’t a windowless basement in-law apartment. The prices in SF are outrageous. We experienced rude and condescending leasing agents, who treated us like an application, not real people. Laundry, parking, or a yard are impossible to find if you don’t want to spend a bajillion dollars on rent a month. We had all three in Denver and paid less than half of what we are looking at paying here. I was getting warn down, by trying to be one of the cool kids that live in the city. I started looking for some places off the beaten path. James left on a Sunday for New Orleans, for a six week-long project. The day after he left, I went to look at a little cabin by the beach.
Little, as in three hundred fifty square feet. Four houses from the beach. We had ditched a large portion of our worldly possessions, including one of our cars, before we left Denver. We had been living the last four months out of suitcases and began to realize how little we actually needed to be happy. The less stuff you have, the simpler life is. I’m still learning, though. I am a vintage knick knack lover, avid book collector, and a sentimental junkie, but now everything must have a functional purpose. Though, the less things you have, the nicer things you can have. You just don’t need a lot of them (things). We have parking and laundry.