Nesting, Grad School, Student Teaching, Work, and Nesting

I’ve been so swamped recently! I started the Single-Subject Credential/Masters Program for English Education last week, and I have just been going, going, going ever since! I am trying (unsuccessfully) to balance a social life with proper study time and still get everything done.

Yesterday, I shut down the social aspect and buckled down to get some work done. I found a few more boxes of books that I had packed in our “Harry Potter Closet”, and decided to unpack and alphabetize my books. 

As an English major in college, and an English teacher now, my books range from text books to picture books to 8th grade books to the 50 Shades of Grey books. I have it all. And I am PROUD of my personal library. Here’s a picture of what it looks like all done!

I have added some minor improvements, along with a rearrangement of my room, and I hope to post that soon, too!



My Incorrigible Addiction to Vintage Prints

Being able to decorate this apartment with my own decor has truly allowed my addiction to vintage prints to rear its ugly head. I have always found vintage photos to be fascinating, and I love going to the Cliff House to see all of the vintage photos they have of San Francisco.

Through tedious hours spent on Craigslist and eBay, I have found some amazing prints that I can’t wait to line my walls with!


United Air Lines vintage promotion poster #1 ($11.79 on eBay)


American Airlines vintage promotion print ($11.79 on eBay)


United Airlines vintage promotion print #2 ($11.79 on eBay)

With those three, I plan to line our hallway with them.

The next two I have yet to find a home for yet, although my roommate thinks that we have too many Golden Gate pictures. I said “Since you can see the Golden Gate from our roof, I don’t think we can ever get enough Golden Gate pictures.” Ammaright?!


Vintage print of the Golden Gate Bridge being built ($20 on Craigslist)


Vintage print of the Peninsula Cable Car system ($20 on Craigslist [and a personal favorite of mine since I grew up on the Peninsula]).

Those are the most recent ones I’ve bought, although they’re large (12″x24″ ish), and I want to have them nicely framed, first. I have a feeling they’re going to flank our television in the living room.

These are the first vintage prints I bought, and the woman from which I bought them was pleased as punch to hear that they would be making a new home in Nob Hill, which was the location of their origin.


This is mid-changing the frames: the brown frames were the ones that came with, and these $8 IKEA frames are what I replaced them with.

Here are the photos individually:


View from Nob Hill post-1906 earthquake looking North towards a barren Alcatraz Island (I believe – it may also be Treasure Island prior to the Bay Bridge). ($4 on Craigslist – $20 for a set of 5).


Picture looking towards Civic Center from Nob Hill post-1906 earthquake. ($4 on Craigslist – $20 for a set of 5).

Both of these photos have found a home in our restroom, and was initially going to be the only set of black-and-white vintage prints I was going to get, until I fell in love/addiction/obsession. Our bathroom is black white, and grey themed, so these balance out the blank wall we have perfectly.


While musing through this post, I may put one, if not both, of the other black and white prints over our spacious wall above the never-used bathtub. (Really, who uses bathtubs anymore. They’re not fun past age 6, they’re never relaxing like the movies portray, they’re basically allowing you to soak in your own sweat from the day, and they never leave you feeling clean.)

Tangent – sorry. I love the way that these prints look, and I think they add a truly “San Francisco” vibe to our beautiful apartment.

Nob Hill Parking

So when I was starting to look into the parking situation in Nob Hill, I was gravely disappointed in finding NOTHING in the way of a 4-door Sedan. My building is old, and was made post the 1906 earthquake, so there was no garage ever installed. That lead to my conundrum of what to do with my car situation. My first love, my Mazda3, was creeping up on 100,000 miles, and I knew I had a decision to make. Invest in replacing all of her parts and spending a heinous amount of money in parking each month, or invest in one of the new niche brands of cars: the Smart car of the Scion IQ.

To avoid these prices, I decided to upgrade:


After some research, I decided on the Scion IQ, becuase A) It’s bigger, and B) It’s bigger. Reason A is because it can fit all of the hoarding shit that I generally carry in my vehicle, and Reason B is because it technically fits 4. I mean, that’s a generous interpretation, but it can fit 3. So I said goodbye to my first vehicular love, and moved on.


(My homage to my old car, Tila).

So I moved on, and I bought Chuck – Charlie – Charles – named for alliteration to the word “chode”. I can’t get over how tiny these cars are, and it was almost embarrassing having gone from a vehicle whose tagline is “Zoom Zoom” to a baby Scion.

I went, and am still going through, steadfast mockery surrounding my little car. Some of my favorites are:

“I could put a handle on that car and carry it up the stairs!”

“I think that I could actually fit your car in the bed of my truck.”

and the best one …

“I mean, if you get hit, you’re for sure dead.”

Thanks for the ominous death suggestion. Great.

So after moving to Nob Hill, I can graciously say that I will bear the burden of sass every damn day because I am a parking genie.

When I have a particularly awesome parking day, I take a picture. And I’ll share the top two with you. I appreciate my car every single time I drive home, because there are mini spots, either on the end of a street where cars have rudely taken up more than their fair share, or in between other driveways, where it’s only the smart cars, and the motorcycles to compete with.



The parking here can sometimes be crazy, but thankfully, this car has already paid itself off in the avoided parking garage fees I’d be shelling out had I kept my Mazda.

Thank you, Scion and Smart, for creating a vehicle that’s perfect for big cities and their limited parking. 

From Indian Lakes and Tallhart

Last night, I went to my first concert as a San Francisco resident, and one that I had been counting down for: From Indian Lakes and Tallhart. I had gone to see From Indian Lakes in Fresno back in March, and had such a great time that I knew I had to see them again.

Brick and Mortar Music Hall is such a nice, small, quaint venue. From the furthest spot in the room, you’re still less than a football field’s length away from the stage. I love that the men from the bands were mingling with the crowd, also. It’s such a home-y feeling in this place with these musicians, who are still so humble given their exceptional talents.

I had just started listening to Tallhart due to their touring with From Indian Lakes, but I am so glad I got into them. They put on a great show, and Holy Coast was perfection. “I wanna tell you you were right, and everything you told me makes sense to me now.

From Indian Lakes left me simply speechless. If I were to die and go to Heaven, Heaven would be a From Indian Lakes concert. Their music is so good, the atmosphere is so electric, and each member of that group is so passionate that it radiates from the stage and into your soul. From the clapping introduction of “Anything” (which, by the way, I knew was the perfect introduction song), to their heartfelt finale, they enraptured you with their performance.

There truly are no words that do justice to their artistry. if you haven’t seen them yet, do yourself a favor and make that a priorityPut it at the top of your bucket list. I’m already going through withdrawals and I can. not. wait. to see them again. I feel completely satisfied and yetstill craving for so much more. 

Shortly stated: I love you, From Indian Lakes. Thank you.


The Music Hall, From Indian Lakes, and Tallhart (From top to bottom).


Joey Vannucchi (the lead singer of From Indian Lakes) in full groove.

Nob Hill

After 17 months of a torturous wait, I finally am living in downtown San Francisco – I only wish it could have happened while I still had community ties to the city! I was first shown this beautiful flat while it was in utter disrepair, being fully remodeled and renovated after a family of chihuahua hoaders (I wish I were kidding) allowed their “children” to desecrate the flat.

Now, after 16 months, 4 failed move-in dates, and plenty of explicates associated with this place, I’m HERE!

This blog will be a venting space for all of my new experiences in the city, being a Surburbia Princess from Burlingame. While I had moved out, it was only to the Outer Sunset and Daly City, so this is my first “big girl” experience!