When I finally decided it was time to move and make a large life change my friends and bf were are already gone and living they're lives out there in Berkeley,I was a full time hairstylist at the time and had a huge clientele which made it really hard for me to leave;also my sister had just had her first son Tanner which made me sad to not watch him grow up from day to day but I still felt that I needed a change.So I finally picked up and moved up all my junk into a house right on the Berkeley/Oakland border.
This location was not ideal, actually it was on a major street and directly above a dirty Mexican restaurant and Domino's Pizza store.
I had four roommate at this location on Adeline st.These were all young creative exciting people and they made it easy to move in and feel entirely comfortable right away,always getting together for family type holidays,great meals,great conversations,all with experimental ideas.They made it fun to have such a close knit group in such a small apartment.
We all enjoyed the same music,culture,drinks smokes etc.It was a house of creative packrats all being feed nostalgic priceless junk from our favorite establishment "Urban Ore" even at one point I was the only person in the house that did not work there.
But the house full of people got old after a while and all the bad things going on became more in focus;like the rats living in the walls/ceiling,the fact that some people just don't seem to clean up after themselves,non smokers,Drug use,too many freaking house guests staying for way too long being entirely unwelcome and not respecting that not all the roommates wanted them there.
So the house split up,I even split from my boyfriend.Myself and the one other girl Aurora that lived in the Adeline apartment picked up and got a beautiful Victorian home in West Oakland,Michael my boyfriend moved with Travis to Albany in they're own house.As for the other roommate he was going to Cal Berk so he decided to stay in Berkeley and got a studio there near campus.
West Oakland seemed safe and my neighborhood was good and clean,full of old residence and their families.My only complaint was that I couldn't walk around,my street was nice but outside of it was another story!
We lived right next to a Large cereal factory, it was awesome;everyday the air around it stank of the cereal being made that day/night.I think it was Tuesday that was Co Co Puff day which was my favorite cause the air was completely perfumed Chocolate,"smelled so delicious."
Being someone that worked full time and having her ex boyfriend living in the city in which I worked, I eventually got to the point in which I stayed there with him almost every night of the week sometimes not coming back to Oakland for days at a time.Which ended up starting alot of tension throughout the house,so bad that I moved out,Which I'm still sad and sorry about.
Now in the time of living with Michael in Albany and having him as my boyfriend again; we were happy together but he was far from being happy about living in the Bay area.So he was planning on getting out and moving back down south which made my life more and more confusing because again I had a full time hairstylist job and an extremely good large loyal clientele whom would tell me daily "That I could not leave them!"
He did leave,he moved to Riverside to get a start on finding his new life.I on the other hand found myself looking for a new house with new roommates,well new/old roommates.Cameron and Curtis, two very special intelligent young adults.
Our house together was very cute, quaint and comfy.We all get along together very well,and even had friends throughout the neighborhood.Unlike Oakland this place was in El Cerrito an extremely small safe town,I walked everywhere.It was the life!
Eventually after a few months of Michael moving around traveling from SoCal to New York City to Boston to Lowell Massachusetts he finally settled in this small inexpensive bungalow in Echo Park Los Angeles with our good friend for years now Maneesh.They moved into the place with big plans for me to join them once I was ready to move.So i did.
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