Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Hate me because my rent in San Francisco is only $1,000 per month.
If you’re reading this from somewhere else in the country, I’m sure that this doesn’t sound like any kind of bargain whatsoever. You’re probably sneering at me from your opulent, $50-per-month penthouse right now, chilling in a gilded bathtub full of money.
Here in the city, though, my $1,000 rent is something to truly loathe me for, especially when I also reveal that my wonderful landlords don’t even raise the rent by the 3% they’re legally allowed to each year under rent control. I’ve been here since 1997. They’ve told me that they hope I never move, and I need to find a new way to say “thank you” to them, because “thank you” is too trite to express my gratitude for how amazing they are and what they’ve done for me and my quality of life. According to Forbes, the vacancy rate in San Francisco was 3.6% in the fourth quarter of 2014.