I met my old roommate when I was liveing Castro area. In fact, both of us recognized each other over the window. Point out each other over the window and he came inside of the cafe. We did not contact eath other, so our reunion at a cafe was surprising me. Yep, I felt really good :)
Although I had a good feeling of meeting the ex-roommate, the moment when we met made me realized why I decided to move out of an ex-room in Castro. The ex-room was the first room of my life in SF city, whose rent was $650 per month including most utility except a phone. That deal was not bad for me because the place of the apartment was just a few blocks away from public transportation but I did not know anything about standard lifestyle in SF city at that time. In fact, I decided to move there from East Bay.
The room itself is not bad. The room has a just large space without any established funiture. The shelf is shared with another roommate. The ceiling is too high for my hight. So if I talk to someone on the phone, my voice might echo. I'm not sure that the room was $650 worth, but understandable... at least I hope so.
Living at that room with roommate was fine. I had 4 other roommates at the apartmemt at tha t time. And then I met him but the first time when we met was kinda in a bad mood. I guess I did not do right for him because I could not have spoken in English. So, I annoyed him. Whild I was lived under the same roof together, I often just said hi to all roommates without any additional conversational comment because I was kinda bad mood for a while. So, I should have been less communicative with anyone in the apartment. But he keep being mellow with me whenever we met in the house. So we did not have a lot conversation, but we could, at least I wish, have well communicated each other by non-verbal communication.
One day, I went clubbing in Castro until the bar closed at 2:00 a.m. So, I walk to the home as usual. On the way to the home, a fluently English speaking Latin guy ask me on his car to ask a direction to somewhere I did not hear carefully. Since he needed to know the direction, he asked me to come closer to him. And then, he tried to kidnap me on the car. I was so frastrated with him. Unfortunately, that was not only happened to me in Castro while I was there. Therefore, I decided to move out somewhere. I just wanted to leave that area, not the room.
Although I had a good feeling of meeting the ex-roommate, the moment when we met made me realized why I decided to move out of an ex-room in Castro. The ex-room was the first room of my life in SF city, whose rent was $650 per month including most utility except a phone. That deal was not bad for me because the place of the apartment was just a few blocks away from public transportation but I did not know anything about standard lifestyle in SF city at that time. In fact, I decided to move there from East Bay.
The room itself is not bad. The room has a just large space without any established funiture. The shelf is shared with another roommate. The ceiling is too high for my hight. So if I talk to someone on the phone, my voice might echo. I'm not sure that the room was $650 worth, but understandable... at least I hope so.
Living at that room with roommate was fine. I had 4 other roommates at the apartmemt at tha t time. And then I met him but the first time when we met was kinda in a bad mood. I guess I did not do right for him because I could not have spoken in English. So, I annoyed him. Whild I was lived under the same roof together, I often just said hi to all roommates without any additional conversational comment because I was kinda bad mood for a while. So, I should have been less communicative with anyone in the apartment. But he keep being mellow with me whenever we met in the house. So we did not have a lot conversation, but we could, at least I wish, have well communicated each other by non-verbal communication.
One day, I went clubbing in Castro until the bar closed at 2:00 a.m. So, I walk to the home as usual. On the way to the home, a fluently English speaking Latin guy ask me on his car to ask a direction to somewhere I did not hear carefully. Since he needed to know the direction, he asked me to come closer to him. And then, he tried to kidnap me on the car. I was so frastrated with him. Unfortunately, that was not only happened to me in Castro while I was there. Therefore, I decided to move out somewhere. I just wanted to leave that area, not the room.
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