This may or may not be a photo of the kitchen in the apartment for which we’re signing a lease on Monday. The photo is from a real estate agent’s website — the building’s been on the market for a while — and there are a few apartments in the building. But if it isn’t our new kitchen, it’s substantially similar, with the knotty pine and the Saltillo tile floor and the sunlight.
It’s a two-bedroom place, right in downtown Palm Springs in a neighborhood with a Walkability Index of 88 — only slightly less walkable than the one we’re in now. (By comparison, my place in Pinole had a score of 54, the place Zeke and I lived before that in Richmond came out at 68, and let’s not even talk about the walkability score of the last place I lived. We’ll have good coffee places within a few blocks, a library and a world-class art museum in the same radius, and a couple of highly rated Mexican places a stone’s throw away.
But the thing I like best about the place we’ll be leasing on Monday is what we’ll see when we look out our living room window:
I was telling someone about the place last night and I realized that we’ll be seeing the Sonoran Desert out the front windows, and — assuming there’s any view at all — the Mojave out the back, 20 miles northeast atop the Little San Bernardino Mountains.
Looks like I’ll have to amend the blog’s tagline slightly.
This will be home number 34 for me, if I count correctly which I probably don’t, and I have a good feeling going in.
Congratulations! Enjoy your new home and make fantastic memories.
If you ever feel like taking a stroll to the top of that little hill, I’ll go with you.
I’m really happy for you and Space Kitty; sounds like it will be a great move for both of you. Felicidades.
Awesome!!