Day four.

In less than 24 hours we managed to put most of our puzzle together.
We found the appropriate place for the couch,
hung a lifetime worth of photographs on our walls,
we found a spot for my great grandmothers china dishes in the kitchen
and slept as soundly as I think we've ever slept in our own bed,
in our own bedroom,
in our city.

Last night, just after we turned out the lights from a busy day of unpacking
Brent began to laugh.
My eyes were closed when I asked, what's funny?
You'll never believe what I just saw out our bedroom window, he said to me.
What?
A man in a wedding dress and blonde wig, pulling a suitcase just walked by.
We both giggled.
Oh San Francisco, how weird and wonderful you are.

Sometime during the night,
a neighbor decided to do some decluttering
and left a giant pile of odds and ends on the sidewalk beneath our window.
All night, and all morning,
people of all sorts have been stopping by.
Homeless people, eclectic middle aged women wearing purple and straw hats.
Moms with strollers, men in sandals and socks,
They've all stopped and rummaged through the free for all in front of our window.

They can't see us.
We're just out of sight up above them.
But I keep sticking my head out of the window to see who's out there now,
finding something to take home with them.

We couldn't help but join in,
afterall, the WHOLE neighborhood had atleast taken a look.
So we got ourselves a might fine bright blue milk crate.
And Brent bungee corded it to the back of our scooter.
And just like that... voila! We have a trunk for our scootie.

I can think of ten things I plan to put in it.
Like green curtains for our living room, and bananas, and
a new DVD player if I can figure out a place close by to buy one.

Today Brent and I took our first long scooter trip.
(a whole 7 minute ride!)
We took Fulton St. all the way west,
and landed at the ocean.
The pacific pales in comparison to the lovely, golden Carolina shores.


Everything was gray. The sky, the sand, the water.
And there were a million jelly fish on the beach.
But it smelled like the ocean,
and the breeze felt distinctly familiar
and there were dogs dancing in the surf.
And we were both happy to have the experience and
plan to go back soon.

We also saw a beautiful Windmill and a herd of Buffalo in Golden Gate Park


We hiked to the top of Buena Vista Park with the dogs
and got a glorious view of the whole city and the bay.
Check out this beautiful view!!


Here is Brent standing at the corner of our street Baker, and Haight St. The green area behind, and the stairs lead to the trails of Buena Vista park. How fortunate we are to live so close to such a beautiful natural area!!



So after our day of adventures, we came home, made turkey sandwiches with mac n cheese
and spent a really long time
just looking around our apartment,
with walls full of pictures of people we love and familiar things,
and tried really really hard to grasp the idea
that this is HOME.

PS. I just read this aloud to brent. Afterwards he said to me, honey, are you about to cry? And I said, No. Not at all. I'm just... so overwhelming happy. Just beyond happy right now. And he said... well, there's that... and the fact that you've been drinking wine. So yes, maybe a little tear did form in my eye... a mix of joy, sentimentality, and two buck chuck.

P.P.S. Brent and I both swear that Mr. Miyagee (from karate kid) just walked by! Goatee and everything!

Wax on, Wax off,
M