After I’d been living in San Francisco for a few years, someone told me that “San Francisco is a small city.” They also said, “Don’t burn bridges and don’t piss anyone off. You’ll always run into them again.” I’ve found this to be very true but, even more so, I’ve found that San Francisco, for all its 800,000+ residents is a very small city.
There’s a renovated firehouse at an intersection about a half block from my new place. Now, it’s a beautiful home with a nice sized backyard and they must have gorgeous views from their second story. It rises on the corner, presiding over the intersection. It has always caught my eye, ever since the first time I saw it. Most recently, my old landlord told me that because it is a historical site, the owner is not allowed to make external renovations that will alter the look of the building.
Getting back to how small this city is, today I found out that the firehouse belongs to the woman who will be the landlord of one of my colleagues.
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