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back to maslow
it’s back to the second layer of maslow’s hierarchy of needs. (here all this time i thought housing was in the first level. guess it’s been a while since i looked at this.) i guess it’s sort of halfway between both. i have a place to live, but it’s really cold and the paint is peeling off the ceiling and it’s moldy and i’m afraid to use the kitchen after the sewage incident. and the owner takes so little care of the place that the backyard has become completely overgrown.
yes, i know one of the reasons it’s peeling is that they painters just painted glossy paint right on top of glossy paint. strange that the owner, who is a contractor, didn’t catch that, eh?
there’s a place here in sf that’s nice enough, except for the tandem parking bit and the part where my bed won’t really fit in the bedroom and i’d have to downgrade to a full sized bed if i wanted a little dresser… but, it has it’s pluses. an enclosed outside area for g, a fantastically large storage room in the basement area that would be mine-all-mine and includes a full sized washer and dryer. it was even warm in that room. i could see that becoming my favourite room very quickly. 
but the disclosures aren’t ready and realtor e wants me to write on it and turn in an offer before they’re done. he wants me to take it on faith that there’s nothing wrong, the selling agent told him it was mostly boilerplate. (then why is it taking so long?) i’ve had a selling agent try to convince me that a garage was really a three car garage when it was clear that the cars might be able to get in, but they’d never be able to open their doors. and that the big crack down the wall was because, ‘the paint must have shrunk.’ wtf? obviously this would be easier for everyone if i were an idiot. too bad, y’all, i know paint doesn’t shrink and crack walls, i know car doors have to be opened to get in our out (unless you have a hatchback, which i don’t anymore), and i know better than to write on a place without seeing disclosures.
and now we’re expanding the search (again) to include the peninsula (for the first time). mount view? paul alto? meny park? deadwood city?
when we start talking about me living so close physically and so far emotionally and mentally from the city, i start to wonder again about portland. portland has em, b, and baby; h and fiance; c; housing i can afford… and also this. it’s starting to look like whatever i do i have to move away from the city that i love.
i read over my old entries and realized i’ve been tired since i started this job! renting closer to work would help with that, but then what would i do with all that extra time and energy? watch tv? teach g to walk on a leash?
to sum up: i hate house hunting.