This weekend I flew up to San Francisco to participate in that popular sport of hunting that nearly extinct species – an apartment bigger than a shoebox for a reasonable price. I printed out my craigslist ads. I had copies of my tenant resume, a lovely cover letter telling all who would listen what a great tenant I’d be, copies of pay stubs, a letter of recommendation, and more. With GPS in my rental car and my iphone to guide me on foot, I hit the pavement and hunted. And hunted. And hunted.
In two days, I spied ten apartments. Some would be better described as closets, but I did find a couple that I could live in. However, the prey is scarce and the competition to find them fierce. Hopefully, I am one of the lucky ones. Two weeks to the big move. Keep your fingers crossed!