02.04.17

11:55 p.m.

elly is my patron saint of temporary housing.

yeah, she is. really.

when she wrote me last month, saying that she was leaving san francisco for an extended period of time and was trying to find someone to sublet her apartment, she asked me if maybe i would be interested. and i told her that yes, yes i would be. and i told her that if everything went according to plan, i would proclaim her as my patron saint of temporary housing.

and everything did. and here i am. so, listen:

elly is my patron saint of temporary housing. honestly.

listen: in less than one month i will be living blissfully in a studio apartment, in a nice and quiet neighborhood in the lower haight, coughing up far less money for rent than i should be. far less. far less (and also, quite blissfully). and this is because of elly. the far-less and the quite-blissful, this is because of elly.

elly (really) is awesome.

elly can also smell fear, but that is a topic for another day.

when i saw her yesterday elly told me that, by taking her apartment off her hands, i was helping her out just as much as she was me. she said that we were covering each other's asses. but i've thought about this a little, and i've decided that, no. no, that's not the way it is at all.

no. she wins. elly, she wins. she is a saint. yes she is.

and i am excited. i am so so excited, you could not understand. you, journal reader, you could not understand my excitement.

journal reader, in order for you to understand my excitement i would have to track you down and grab your shoulders and shake you quite violently screaming, 'i have an apartment! i have an apartment! and it's in the lower haight! and the rent, honestly, is ridiculous! seriously! it's true! it's all true!'

that's what it would take. it would take accompaniment.

and i'm moving-in in may. in may. less than a month, in may.

and now all i can think about is alone time with my girlfriend, watching movies and eating in. also, short trips to everywhere i want to go, like amoeba and work and jen's house. and maybe even meeting the neighbors and exploring the neighborhood, maybe even starting to feel like part of a community.

and also, escaping. especially escaping. escaping, leaving behind south city and everything here that makes life less enjoyable. everything here that sucks.

and believe me, there's alot to leave behind.

alot.