I'm moving to Berkeley. *giggle* I can't believe it. I get a goofy grin and giggle each time I say it.
I went and looked at places this afternoon. Or rather, looked at a place this afternoon. Part of me says it was wrong to take the first place I saw. But the location is perfect (less than 5 minute walk to the Bark station). I really like the neighborhood. I wandered around some and it has a good, safe feel. The price is completely doable. The landlord is really nice. They take cats. There is a patio and I can garden. It has hardwood floors thoughout, which really make it feel bright.
The downside to the place is that it is a bit smaller than my current space and doesn't have all that much storage space. Which wouldn't be an issue except for the fact that I have a ton of shit. Now, this is an opportunity for me to pair down and get rid of said shit. But that is going to be hard since I'm rather fond of all my shit. It also doesn't have a lot of curb appeal, but I think the location and charm inside will make up for that. Oh, and no dishwasher, but given how much I've been cooking lately isn't a big deal. Oh, but there is a washer and dryer in the unit, thankfully.
I still haven't signed a lease, but I've spoken with the landlord and we are going to take care of paperwork early this week. If anyone else calls he's going to say it is rented. I can't believe it. I'm moving. To the People's Republic of Berkeley. Egads.
