Saturday, February 26, 2011

Our San Francisco Pied-à-Terre Is No More

This week, we finally cleared out our storage facility in SoMa. I guess I never got around to making it my man cave.


When you live without certain possessions for six months, you realize that you don't really need them. Kelly and I both secretly wished the storage facility would burn to the ground or be burglarized. But we had no such luck.

So we stuffed our things in a truck and hauled them to Berkeley.


As I unpacked the boxes, I wondered why we had saved certain things in the first place. Witness this box with a Jason hockey mask (still in its original container), some corporate-finance textbooks and an "Idiot's Guide to Throwing Parties."


That's just sad.