However you refer to a resident of Alameda, that's me. I took the plunge today and signed the paperwork for my new cottage there. It will be ready on March 8. That's it above. One of the four rectangular things in the middle. Not going to tell you which one. Don't want to get any chasers hanging out in my yard chasing my milkshake.I like Alameda. Yeah, it's in the East Bay, and the East Bay is pretty skanky (at least the close in parts like Oakland and Hayward (yuck) and Richmond (more yuck). But Alameda is this pleasant little island (literally) of cuteness and quiet in the middle of it all.
I feel very comfortable there. It's kind of like Berkeley without the trashiness. Lots of old hippies who are now middle class to upper middle class live there. Lots of cute old victorians in funky colors. And virtually every big ol' dyke in the Bay Area.
It's funny how this apartment search was all about Buster and not me. I wanted a place with a little yard so I could let him out to pee. Didn't want to walk him 3 or 4 times a day, especially when I just wake up in the morning. Had I been looking just for myself, I probably would have just grabbed a high rise in the city.
But this works out nice for me. I've been spoiled the last 15 years or so being a homeowner. Hated the thought of sharing walls and ceilings and floor with somebody. With this cottage, I get the best of a house and an apartment.
So, after March 8, if you see Buster and me in the Alameda Dog Park be sure to say hi!
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