Sigh. No apartment yet.
What's really hard about all this is that I'm choosing a life, not just an apartment. Anything south of Stanford means it's unlikely I'll work in San Francisco, but all the people I know socially are down here. From what I know of driving in traffic so far, if we live north of Stanford, I'm unlikely to see them much. North of Stanford the communities get older with more quaint homes and more hills, which I like. I hate the idea of having to drive everywhere, which seems to be the lifestyle south of Stanford. (Shall we call that, "SOS"?)
I had an informational interview yesterday at the largest exhibit design firm on the west coast. In many ways, I would LOVE to work there. But it's in Oakland. Which means I'd need a place in Belmont/San Mateo so I can get across a bridge on the Bay relatively quickly. That would mean we both have a 30 minute commute. I could choose Menlo Park and Jrex could bike to Stanford, be able to get back to deal with the dog, leave relatively easy access to my southern friends, but there is little housing available. And Menlo would mean its too far to commute to Oakland.
I know something is going to work out (it has to!), but I'm fighting anxiety/worry. I keep trying to trust that God has worked out some great details in terms of selling our house and furniture, and he knows what we need here. (Did I tell you that the friends I'm staying with here have offered us a free sofa? One that is comfy and big enough to sleep on?) It's sad that despite all the ways that God has met me throughout my life, each time I come up against a new set of unknowns I thrash around and struggle to trust. You'd think I'd learn to just walk in peace!
Whine whine whine. The real dilemma is that all these possibilities are keeping me up at night and waking me early in the morning. I'm exhausted!