So.. this morning we returned the keys to the landlord of our great find and reluctantly walked away.
I guess It wasn't meant to be.
I can't look back.
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The earthquake was over 2 days ago but every time the cat jumps on the edge of the bed or the neighbors downstairs move around their furniture.. my heartbeat still quickens and I freeze.
Feeling the earth shift and shake beneath us caused a slight change in me. So small it's difficult to even explain, but it was like a slight wake up call. A call to change.
A reminder that life is fleeting and this moment is all we really have. Living in San Francisco means you know in the back of your mind that "The big one" could strike at any time. It's what everyone jokes about in conversations but it's always accompanied with a nervous laugh.
There are things worth fighting for, there are things you have to let go of.
Somethings in life are important, some really aren't. What part of town we live in and whether or not our apartment has bay windows is really not what matters in life.
We're four artists, with unique visions of the dream flat. Yesterday three of us agreed, one of us didn't.
Tonight John, Eric and Celine returned from yet another OPEN HOUSE. This one in Pacific Heights.
This time John loved the flat, even though it was 400$ over the price we were aiming at.
But Celine and Eric didn't love it as much because of the small size and the high price.
I watched them in the heated discussion over whether or not to live there. I was relieved that I had not seen it because I could stay out of the drama.
I wont be going with them anymore to future apartment viewings..
From now on, I have no preferences. Whatever they pick is fine. It's not that I've given up, it's just that It's not so important to me anymore.
No attachments, No expectations = no disappointment.
I will be happy where ever we end up living here in San Francisco and whatever it looks like.
Day 40 of 365 days