we've never been precise about the math -- best guess is that we house-sit a minimum of four months each year. the time we spend away from home in big beautiful homes in SF is most certainly the reason we still live in a tiny studio apartment. it seems silly to pay more rent if we're away for weeks at a time.
shuttling house sitting necessities in and out of our apartment has become an art.
we pack.
J retrieves our vehicle from its far-off parking spot
J illegally positions our truck on the sidewalk in front of our building's rear entrance.
we take turns carrying essentials to the truck while the other person stands guard. our nightmare scenaio is the possibility of our truck being ticketed during our delicate moving dance.
moving back into our home is always more daunting. carrying our goods up the stairs is a project. a million stairs leading up to a tiny apartment.
today is move home day. today is wet.
J is on-call for his plumbing job and I am without a vehicle. he took our clothes with him to work in our truck to spare me the task of moving even more home on my own via MUNI. he's a prince.
