I ought to be the happiest man in the world. But we gave up our two-bedroom carriage house in the Mission when she took the job in Portland, so now we have to find a new home in San Francisco. That requires the good faith of a landlord in a town where pets are treated like 13th-century lepers. It's becoming a serious problem. The vacancy rate is one percent, maybe lower.
Prices are out of control.
A modest two-bedroom place in Noe Valley attracted 140 people to an afternoon showing last week. I wouldn't bother filling out an application. We are stable, reliable professionals with good credit, a decent income, and stellar references. We have been part of this community for more than a decade. We know all sorts of important people in all sorts of important places.