Home Sweet Home.

Upon arriving in San Fran, we quickly moved into our "new home".  Considering the various apartments provided, Leda and I were lucky enough to have an updated apartment with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and good sized rooms and closets.  The apartment comes furnished.  While not the most updated, the furniture us nice and purposeful.  And the couch is surprising comfortable.  Included, is all the wonderful pleasantries of the 4 lane highway that is roughly three blocks from our wall of windows.  Yes, traffic, cars, and trucks are my white noise that I get to enjoy 24 hours a day (get excited!).  And don't forget Mr. Dumptruck that comes 5:45 Monday mornings.  Yeah - heard you loud and clear. All in all, we are pretty lucky considering some of the other apartments are straight from circa 1975, but the noise is definitely taking some used to.

We could only take the motel 6 comforters for about 1 day until we decided we just couldn't deal.  On Saturday we walked to Union Square and hit up the local Ross.  Leda and I found the most awesome, soft, fluffy blankets  (for $15!) to replace the cock roach motel bedding.  And being Green in San Francisco, I was able to repurpase the nasty comforter.  It is now my new drape (that has been so lovely nailed to the ceiling - basics people, basics) that blocks out the blinding sun in the morning.

Being here in San Fran reminds me alot of Clermon Ferrand (this one's for you Aundie).  We have all the bare necessities to get by, but that's about it.  We were provided the absolute minimam basics, but other than that, you're on your own.  Saturday we ventured out and went grocery shopping for the next week at Safeway.  Shopping takes on a whole new element when you know you have to carry them home 20 blocks.  Meals were strategically purchased and size and weight had a major impact on our buying decision.  We brought our backpacks and bags to ease the burden of the carry.  But it's all about the experience, right.  We'll be grocery shoppin again in about two days.

Nothing can do justice like some pictures.  Luckily for you, I have included some for your're enjoyment.

Leda and I met at the SFO airport.  Here's me with all of our bags. 

The view from our balcony.  Highway, two blocks, maybe.