The first home Jack and I fell in love with has given way to a better place we’ve fallen in love with.
This old house (seriously, old, as in 1890-old…dude, that’s old) is in Noe Valley. It’s a gorgeous little yellow Victorian. And the condo is bigger. And better.
So now my fingers are really, really crossed. But so far so good.
Oh yeah, get this, it has an original claw-foot bathtub!
The one weird thing is that I’ve been a Russian Hill Girl for so long now that I don’t know if I can be a Noe Valley Girl. Is this crazy-talk? Probably. I mean, it’s all San Francisco to you, unless you live in San Francisco. I think this is crazy-talk. But, then, I mean, I’ll be so close to The Mission and all those Mission Hipster Kids. On the other hand, I’d take a Mission Hipster Kid over a Marina Girl any day. Don’t let’s be silly.