My Own Place
So after arriving back in San Francisco, I had a lot of issues with my Financial Aid, housing arrangements, and a former roommate. As a result, I had to leave campus housing and find a place off campus… and I had 36 hours to do it. I frantically called several friends and classmates asking if they themselves needed a roommate or knew anyone that did. Everyone I spoke to either preferred living alone and had too small of a place to share or already had enough roommates.
I decided to check the one apartment building I knew: Mosser Towers in the Tenderloin. Now to those who don’t know, The Tenderloin is a part of San Francisco that is resident to the largest collection of homeless, drug dealers, and criminals in the city. The only reason I knew about this particular location is not because I’m a dealer; it’s because my very first roommate from when I first arrived here now lives in the same building.
The upside to all this is that I don’t have any roommates so I stay up as late as I want or sleep whenever I want without having to work around other roommates’ schedules. There’s no one else to clean up after (because I did that a lot last semester.)
I live in a ‘cozy’ little place that’s about 350 sq. feet. I’m certainly living within or below my means. I’ve been there almost a month now and I still have no table, no chair, one fork, one knife, one spoon, one plate, one bowl, one mug. I sleep on a $10 air mattress and have no internet. But it’s only temporary. I’m on a month-to-month lease and after I go home for the Summer, I’ll have to find another place to live for the Fall Semester.