In a blink of an eye, I am homeless once again.

So I am moving to San Francisco, right? Wrong. I've been working like mad to establish a place to live over the phone and internet, so I have a place to move in immediatley when I arrive. I find a cool roomie on roommates.com, it's a big house in S.SF, big room, garage, the whole nine yards for $700. We chat, everything is cool, so I send her a check for $1550 to secure the place for my August 11th move. Relax and wait till Monday.

Well, the next day she sends me an email saying I can't move in. Apparently the property manager (she's leasing to own the place), says she cannot have roommates. And I've already told tons of people I have already found a room, so I don't need their help anymore. Ouch. Stop payment on the check, and now I'm back to square one. This sucks.

Just a sad story to brighten your day.

 

Things are looking up for me again. The girl called and said "she went to war" with her property manager, and now I am back in! Woohoo! San Francisco, here I come!