The real criteria by which I judge apartments

I secretly believe that there is some force in the universe that communicates with me through signs and metaphors (serioulsy though, I'm an atheist), and I believe that force will be telling me that an apartment is "the one" when one of three things happens while I am at a showing (if all three happen, I will shit myself):

• I eat an amazing meal in a nearby restaurant
• There is affordable gas in the neighborhood
• It is sunny

Not one of these things has happened yet; therefore, I am still homeless.

Point of interest: I had an amazing meal and it was marginally sunny when Bobby and I were in the Mission that one time; therefore, I have started looking in the Mission.