the hunt
When I get listless, I start looking on Craigslist to see what I can expect when I start actually searching in July. I realized I’m easily swayed by lovely Victorians in far off neighborhoods, so I figured I should start putting together a list of priorities (of course).
- Location. Most of the places that are labeled as “Nob Hill” are pretty much in the Tenderloin, barely in the TenderNob ever. One bus from the Caltrain is a must have, proximity to good food is important, and walking distance to a good park is a nice to have.
- Price. Can’t break the bank, gotta keep traveling.
- Photos. Blurry, dark, and/or fisheye photos of the room in question are sketch-tastic. Photos of Bi-Rite instead of your apartment? Salted caramel can’t buy square footage.
- Grammar. If you don’t know how to proofread a 200-word posting, I’m not sure if I can trust you to take out the trash. Just sayin’.
It has been fun to look around though. Here are some of my favorites:
- Best title: “$925 Smashing Small Apartment for Smiling Sasquatch”
- Best requirements for the new roomie: “You’re funny and not weird. You don’t come home and tell us that you feel blah… You have great communication skills and say what you need to say like John Mayer would… When we clean house, you help us and just don’t watch with your hands in the pockets of your skinny jeans.”
