Yeah, so, I am really going to miss this Dogpatch apartment.
Of course, I’m excited about the new place in Glen Park and the new chapter of our lives we are going to start there, but I really liked living here in the Dogpatch/Potrero Hill hood.
I loved coming home from work, putting a leash on Homer and walking down the Caltrain Station to meet David when he got home from work. I’m going to miss being so close to all these awesome restaurants and bars. I loved that when people came to visit there was always available parking. Is it weird if I say I’m going to miss the mail room? We live in a condo complex that has a great mail room. They sign for packages for you, and everything stays dry, undamaged and unstolen. There’s a really nice security guard a night, who always waves to us when we take Homer out for his last stroll before bedtime. This apartment has a great ice machine. I never lived in a place with an ice machine before. So fancy.
We have had some really great times in this apartment, in this neighborhood. I really hope the people who move in after us enjoy the apartment and the neighborhood as much as we did.
I will always remember this place because it was David and I’s first place together, but there is one memory that always makes me smile: Our wedding day.
We got married at the Verdi Club in Potrero Hill on May 1, 2010. If I wasn’t wearing crazy pink high heel shoes I probably could have walked to our wedding. The morning of the wedding we had brunch at Just for You Cafe in Dogpatch. The wedding was catered by Verdi Club. The cake was from Baked in Potrero Hill. After the wedding, a group of us walked across the street in our wedding gear to Mission Hill Saloon, where total strangers bought us drinks. The whole wedding was a local affair. After the bar, David and I drove our Saturn back to our apartment, and — just like it was any other night — we took Homer out for his final pee before bedtime, except this time David was wearing a tux and I was wearing a wedding dress. We were married. We were a family. I really wish I had asked the night security guard to take our picture.