The Eviction Story

The hour is getting late
The hour is getting late

I intended this blog to be a dramatic recount of what it was like to go through an eviction. The procedure itself turned out to be so mundane I started reminiscing about my 40 years in San Francisco to spice it up.

Eviction weighed heavy on me though, there was a finality to everything I did the last few years. I couldn’t afford to live in the City if I lost the apartment. So it made sense to tell about the part of my life that was over.

Now that I’m headed back I’m not sure what to think. I guess I have no choice but to create new stories.

These are the posts that cover the eviction process itself.

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