“Who says a family cannot afford a house in San Francisco on a middle class income?” Said my passenger. She was on the way home from her shift at the hospital. She had an original Bernal/outer-mission look, hispanic, part punk rock, part earth mama, the type at the brink of extinction in SF now days. A dulla or a midwife, I cannot recall. With kids in local public school, which we bonded over first. “So how is that done,” I asked “other than marry a lawyer?” “My partner is a community organizer” She said. “Of course they are” I said “so how?” “We are very fortunate” she said “my parents live in the basement, formerly garage, sort of converted into a unit” (I am sure the planning department would have feelings), “my partner and I have a bedroom in a former pantry (who needs a window, when you have a vent), the kids, boy and a girl, had the smaller bedroom, in the other bedroom lives another couple with a baby, and the walk in closet had a SF state student in it”. All of them together covered the mortgage, no mystery to it. “How many bathrooms?” I asked. “One” “Please tell me it’s split” “No” “Respect” I said “Well it’s better than most people in the world” “Agreed” “Thank you for not all moving to East Bay”, I said, “we need you here.” |
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9/14/2019 02:49:24 am
San Francisco is a few hours drive from here, so I do not really get to come there often. I thought that being in a long distance relationship would be hard, but I still manage to do it. I guess that as long as you love the person, then you can go to any lengths just to be with them. I am really hoping that I can see her more often though. I want to go there as soon as I can.
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also san franciscoA ridesharing driver, artist and a commentator operating out of San Francisco. A r c h i v e s
September 2016
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