This is a three-bedroom condo in San Francisco that recently sold for $1.2 million dollars. I like the way it's designed and I used to know the neighborhood very well because I lived there for most of my childhood.
In that very same flat. That is now a million-dollar condo.
This is a picture of me doing homework in what was then the kitchen and is now the living room; the window behind me is the same window in the corner in the modern photo.
Obviously old buildings get renovated, especially if they're in a city like San Francisco where the real estate is even more insanely valued than Manhattan. But that's not what made these new pictures such a gut punch for me. Although this flat was always kind of a dump, by the time we moved out it would have been a compliment to call it a slum. It's been the setting for a hundred nightmares that would make Stephen King wake up screaming, and now it looks so—nice.
I shouldn't be shocked that it's been renovated; I've undergone a few renovations myself since the years when that was my home. But I wouldn't spend a night there for $1.2 million dollars.
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