I tell you what: There’s something about seeing how the other half lives.
This week, I’m working in my company’s San Francisco office. Instead of shelling out a zillion dollars on a hotel, I took a friend’s suggestion and opted for a much more affordable airbnb. I had never done airbnb before, but so far, I’m a fan. (As is my company’s finance department, I’m sure.)
Let me tell you a little bit about the apartment. It’s a one-bedroom in San Fran’s South of Market neighborhood. The entire south wall is windows. The living room is HUGE and opens up to the kitchen and a dining area, plus a desk nook. It has two gigantic closets. (The bedroom closet is a walk-in.) There’s a washer and dryer in the unit. It has a dishwasher and a sink disposal. The bathroom has the world’s largest tub.
Basically, I’m never leaving.
Because I dare to dream, last night I decided to look up the building to see if it was even in the realm of possibility that I could live there some day.
Spoiler alert: It’s not.
A 1-bedroom runs at least $3,700. And the most devastating part? This isn’t even the owner’s primary home.
They actually live in Palo Alto, but the wife works a couple of days a month in the city designing stores for Anthropologie, and traffic is such a bother. So they bought a little pied-à-terre that they can let their kids use or stay in when they want to go to a restaurant in the city and not worry about driving home.
Life is hard, right?
So, bad news, I will never live here. Good news: I DO FOR NOW.