PAtoSF Chapter 1: Problems in the Bedroom (Not That Kind)

Photo taken: September 2013

An important part of my blog is letting people get a glimpse into my life. It isn't just food and recipes and pretty pictures. It's about the experiences I've had with food, how they're connected to who I am, and sharing that with you.

So I've decided to start a new addition to korea_has_seoul, PAtoSF.

Early this year my boyfriend and I made the decision to venture to San Francisco together, not for vacation but as a permanent move (or as permanent as moving gets). A little backstory here. My boyfriend has spent quite a bit of time in San Francisco. In fact, when we first started dating, he was just getting ready to head off to San Francisco for a full month. Most of our first month of getting to know each other happened from different coasts.

While I had visited California a few times in the past, I hadn't had the chance to spend any time in San Francisco until this past September when I spent a week there. Let me tell you, a week isn't nearly enough time to eat all the food.

When the opportunity to switch coasts presented itself, we decided to take it.

So here we are.

If you know anything about San Francisco, it's probably that the rent is too damn high. I'm not kidding. The rent is pretty high because good real estate is extremely valuable. For example, we could rent a 1-2 bedroom apartment in San Francisco for the same cost we could mortgage two houses here in Pennsylvania. Think I'm joking?

Needless to say, we will be downsizing from the 4 bedroom house to a 1 bedroom apartment. We're getting rid of basically all the furniture - bed, couches, tvs, etc. - and repurchasing what will fit in the new digs once we arrive.

Now the bed we're currently using is from IKEA, which I have no problem with. However, in case you haven't heard, IKEA is pretty notoriously known for tricky assembly. The bed's mattress is supported with a major beam and some wood slats, which are next to impossible. Part of the bed was already broken but the boyfriend fixed it with some 2x4s. Until last night.

We had stayed up late catching up on The Blacklist episodes but decided to call it a night around 12:30 a.m. We were getting into bed when BOOM, and the middle of the bed suddenly took a dip.

"I have to fix this," the boyfriend said.

My response was, "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

But I was wrong. This was the perfect time for sawing some new 2x4s and readjusting the bed. Or it would have been if it was fixable, which we didn't figure out for about 15 more minutes - after the boyfriend tore the mattress off, and we spent 10 minutes trying to readjust the wood slats.

As I watched the boyfriend try new solutions, I wondered why we lived in a house with two beds and were up at 1 a.m. trying to fix IKEA furniture. But I guess there's no time like the present.

Finally, it was clear. The bed could not be fixed. The boyfriend tore the bed apart and tossed the mattress back down inside the frame. It looks like we sleep in a sandbox now. It really wasn't all that uncomfortable except for the time when the boyfriend kicked his shin into the frame in the middle of the night.

Luckily, we'll be moving in a few weeks and we were planning to throw the bed away anyway. So for now, we sleep in a sandbox on the floor, but I guess we're one step closer to the West Coast (and a new bed).