I moved 2.3 miles from Potrero Hill to Noe Valley. If you're not in San Francisco, I recommend reading Bold Italic's illustrated postcards and descriptions of the neighborhoods. This is a spot on accurate breakdown of the 'hoods and puts into question why on Earth I'd move to Noe Valley. Babies and puppies? That's the last thing this lady needs but when your friend is moving out of a one bedroom, with a garage in one of the safest, walkable neighborhoods, you take it. And then your friends place bets on the babies and puppies acting as birth control or instigating my bio clock. Time will tell...
There's something better than babies and puppies right now: the cook has a new kitchen, all to herself.
I'm going to miss the double oven and gas range but having a kitchen all to myself makes up for the 1969 Brandy Bunch stove holding down the fort. That yellow brick is on the outs and I have to wait a week for its replacement. I can wait a week to avoid sparking an apartment fire in the time warp oven. And I've already decided the first meal to bake thanks to Smitten Kitchen's post this morning: Tomato, Zucchini and Corn Galette. DROOL.
Look at all that counter space! I stood in the kitchen and moved my hands across the counters and dreamed of all the space I'll have for cutting boards and my dream KitchenAid stand mixer.
It's official: #singlegalliving