My old building was built in 1910 (4 years after the Big One - er, earthquake, that is). It was built on solid bedrock (I'd say 77% of SF is) and has wonderful period details, like rounded bay windows, 14' ceilings and a fabulous decorative fireplace (that took me HOURS to repaint, by the way). It also has some not-so-period details invented by my old landlord, like a '70's style kitchen and super ugly light brown carpeting.
My new building is a re-constructed 1940's gem with mohogany-stained hardwood floors, 12' ceilings, lovely crown molding and Old World charm. With east and west facing windows, my "Bone"-colored walls get the most elegant light all through the day. The negative here is the "re-constructed" part: this building was part of the 23% NOT built on solid bedrock, and, in pictures from 1989, could have been anyone of the absolutely destroyed buildings lying flat on the ground after Jr. Big One.
I love my new apartment. I love the location. I love the windows and the light pouring through them. I love the floors and the crown moldings. BUT. What I don't like, is the CLICKITY-CLACK of the new neighbor upstairs who has OBVIOUSLY never been anything but a top-floor renter (if a renter at all). The ordinance in SF is to have 70% of hardwood floors covered, but I think it should be altered to "70% of traffic areas on the hardwood floors covered." She must have been a gymnist growing up. I mean seriously. This little girl of 5'2" IF THAT, really lands her feet. Lands them! Really. Forget the 6:45 am traipsing around in her work heels (which happens like clockword M-F,which is only somewhat bothersome now that I'm early to bed, early to rise), I'm talking her general barefoot traipses. Girl! There are people living down here! Under your thinly and cheaply laid hardwood floor with barely a subfloor and ceiling in between. Let's all trollip gently through the tulips now, shall we? OK. OK then. Good. Sheesh. Now we can all just get along.
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