Pacific Heights Priss

According to Urban Bay Properties, “Pacific Heights (my new neighborhood) is one of the most desirable and exclusive neighborhoods in San Francisco.” To put it simply, it is where the rich people live. Do you remember the movie Mrs. Doubtfire with Robin Williams? I was lucky enough to catch this little gem of early 90’s high-waisted pants and station wagons on TV only months ago and if you have a couple hours on a rainy Sunday I would highly recommend you reconnect with it. It just brings a warm fuzzy feeling. But, I digress…so, the fancy house that Sally Field lived in? That’s in Pacific Heights, actually right up the street from my new abode. Albeit my accommodations are no where near as fancy. One more sprinkle of color, (as if you needed it) famed smut author Danielle Steele will practically be my new neighbor! This is exciting stuff.

I was doing a little background research on my new neighborhood and I came across the most interesting little tidbit regarding the origin of Pacific Heights courtesy of the SF Chronicle, “The extravagant dwellings that characterize the district today stand as testimony to the desire of those early residents to impress their Nob Hill neighbors.” How great is that?! They built their houses just to show the neighboring district how much better they were! It’s like the Real Housewives of San Francisco circa 1800.

So why, do you ask, would lowly, in-debt, me pick this neighborhood? It’s safe, it’s pretty and its main drag, Fillmore Street, is overflowing with trendy boutiques, coffee shops, hip bars and restaurants. What more could a girl ask for? Pacific Heights is the ‘Burbs of the City, but so much better. It is my kicking off point for City living. Because, let’s face it, a girl from the ‘Burbs can’t just jump right into bums peeing on my doorstep, and graffiti covering the Betsy Johnson storefront. I have to work up to that.