Setting Up Shop
Did anyone ever say starting fresh was easy? Probably not.
I’ve been a product of the Bay Area since I was born. I grew up near the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, and I lived there until I was 18. However, for the last six years, I’ve been living in Davis. Hardly what I would call a stimulating locale. Let’s recap…
First year in Davis
Spent in the dorms, where I hunched in front of Napster for a few hours every day (thinking back now, I was downloading the stupidest songs I’ve ever heard, but that’s beside the point). I also spent a pretty good amount of time either drinking, or figuring out how to drink without getting caught by the RAs.
Second year in Davis
Moved into a house with roommates. I thought it would be super sweet to move into a house that we 0wned and actually live there while I went to school. Turns out it wasn’t quite what I had in mind. The first set of roommates were, in mild terms, fucking idiots. One of them decided to drop out of city college (at first I thought he was at least attending UCD) to become an underwater welder. HA! The other guy liked to play a LOT of video games and sometimes view child pr0nography. Greeeeeeat. The third guy was OK, I guess. Believe me. I’m trying to be nice.
Third year in Davis
Turned out a bit better. I selected a couple of new roommates (the OK guy stuck around) and hoped for the best. What I got was a new pair of weirdos. Too bad. Year three sucks a fat one. One guy couldn’t spare a kind word for anyone who wasn’t Filipino (I thought he was ok, but he didn’t give me the time of day), and the other just wanted to impregnate as many women as possible. The OK guy joined a fraternity and moved out.
Fourth year in Davis
When the third year at my house rolled around, I tried even harder to select two new good roommates. One out of two ain’t bad (thanks, Meatloaf). The alcoholic one tried to screw a prostitute on my couch. I guess in hindsight, it’s a good thing that I walked in on them and he had to usher her out the door moments later. So much for year four.
Fifth year in Davis
Year four was the first year everyone in my house was actually cool. I lived with [Kevin] (http://liucrative.com), Scott, and Diran. All of them are still my friends. It makes me sad to move away from them. We fixed up the yard, finally. We played some bocce ball on the back lawn. We had a bunch of barbeques. These guys were great. I will miss them.
Sixth year in Davis
Scott moved to Italy for the year, Kevin and Diran stayed in the house, and my girlfriend, Stacy, moved in. Everyone was good friends, spent a lot of time together, and got really close. This has been a great year. I’m sad to see it end and to see Stacy move on to nursing school across the country. It will be hard to separate myself from her and from Davis. I had finally become somewhat attached to this place. That brings us to…
The Present
Moving to San Francisco. I’ve secured myself a really sweet room in a nice flat, very close to my new home campus: USF. I’m excited like you wouldn’t believe to finally be moving to the city I’ve always wanted to live in, and to have a new set of roommates to meet and befriend. It feels fucking great to be back in the Bay Area again.
And I am again making a fresh start.