northern exposure

I've recently become rather enamoured of the old TV show Northern Exposure. I find myself wanting to live in a town like that. Yes I know it's not reality--but a small town with enough room to breathe and neighbors who are rather odd--well I guess what looks like a good way to live has changed radically from 13 years ago. As it should.

We went over to Scott and Wendy's last night to say adios. They move to Portland on Sunday. They've ALREADY bought a house. With a yard. With two bathrooms. For far less on their mortgage than they were paying in rent here. I so want out of this city. I want to move into our own home where we don't have to listen to our over (or was it under) sexed neighbor having weird racous sex with her revolving partners every day.

yuck.

I really don't like that lack of privacy.

I hope we get to move soon, but at the same time I am so loathe to leave my friends
with many hours between us. And being pregnant without my friends around seems scary.

But I dislike San Francisco more every day. Could someone remind me what's good about it? Why I should like living here any longer.

Time to try a new toner on my hair. Each week a little darker...