a year without winter - and the aftermath: 2012

I've been targeting the feeling of being at home in San Francisco, but such a degree of "settled" remains elusive. I suppose it's not a feeling at which I've much practice in my adult life; certainly not as a longterm goal. I've gotten quite good, I must say, at establishing a home in a hurry when I'm in a new place for a short time, but somehow the idea of being here indefinitely puts a weight of meaning on that act that I'm still confronting. Reminds me of the Unbearable Lightness of Being.

This is the long approach to my excuse for taking 6 months to post promised photos of my apartment. It's a monthly sublet and I'm not truly convinced that I live here (in case the unfurnished bedroom doesn't give that away) but it's amazingly spacious for downtown San Francisco, sheltered from the noise of street traffic, and possessing a gilded building entry and a tiny ancient elevator with a sliding grate.