Foster City, California!

November 14, 2011 at 12:49 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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So as some of you may recall from an earlier post, our new apartment is in Foster City. And it turns out that Foster City is really cool! When I found the apartment I had no idea what  a great place it was, but now I just keep finding out more and more spiffy things about it. We’re not moving in until the end of November, so I’ve got a good two weeks to keep being excited.

Let’s just get right down to the cool things about it. First of all, here’s what it looks like:

What Foster City looks like from space! Or maybe a plane.

Cool, huh? Coincidentally, the last time I flew into San Jose (at which point I knew nothing about the area), I noted Foster City from the air and thought it looked really cool. “Gee,” I said to myself, “I bet that place is neat. It looks so cool but it’s probably a kajillion dollars to live there.” (As it turns out, it is a kajillion dollars by anywhere-else standards, but by Silicon Valley standards it’s pretty reasonable.)

As you can probably infer from the photo, Foster City is a planned city. It was built by a guy (whose last name was Foster) in the 1960s. It has a planned-city feel to it, too — the roads are gently curving and have beautiful medians and lovely views of the bay and the lagoon. And there’s water everywhere — the city is 19.8 square miles and only 3.8 of them are land! Our little apartment complex has a man-made lagoon snaking through it with willow trees and fountains and cute bridges. It’s adorable.

And the town seems really… nice. As you drive through it it just feels clean and orderly. There are no plastic bags blowing against chain-link fences. There are no unsightly bags of trash or appliances sitting on a porch or tacky-looking houses or businesses or cars. There are no crazy people causing disturbances or pooping in the street. But at the same time, the town feels very real and homey and non-fake. The houses are all different (and have an average cost of $800K!) and interesting and nice and you don’t feel like you’re in a white-washed fake Pleasantville. It’s neat.

I'm going to feed the ducks all the time. I love feeding ducks!

Before we signed the papers at the apartment complex, I asked the leasing agent if they ever had car break-ins. This is a question I ask routinely when evaluating apartment complexes, and the answer is virtually always some variant of “Well, every place has break-ins sometimes — especially if you leave stuff in your car.” (In fact, given that the answers are almost always the same, I don’t know why I keep asking.) But instead she said “Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve been here for a year or so and there haven’t been any while I’ve been here. In fact, in Foster City there’s sort of a running joke that the cops here are really bored. There’s hardly any crime, so they have nothing to do all day long except drive around. Just make sure you come to a complete stop at stop signs!”

That sounded pretty good, and once I thought about it I could see that crime wasn’t a problem: every balcony had chairs and tables and wind chimes and other pretty things. Anybody could have walked off with the stuff if they’d been so inclined, but it clearly wasn’t a problem here. Later I looked at the Wikipedia page and discovered that Foster City is one of the safest places in the country — with a murder rate of one per decade.

The walking trail that surrounds all of Foster City

As if Foster City weren’t great enough already, it also has a bunch of lovely features: a walking/biking trail that surrounds the whole town (shown above next to our complex’s parking lot), an abundance of parks and other recreational areas, a public amphitheater with oodles of free summertime events and a beautiful lagoon where you can rent canoes and kayaks and boats and the like. Oh yeah, and the city takes care of keeping the mosquito population under control. If they’re going to take our tax dollars anyway, that is at least a benefit I will enjoy! And Foster City is within a comfortable distance of San Bruno, so Blake can take his motorcycle in our charming (and frequent) sunny weather.

And finally, our apartment itself looks really great. It was built in the 80s, I believe, but they’re being totally refurbished. The new kitchen looks beautiful and there’s laminate wood flooring everywhere except the bedrooms. Our little patio has enough space for the dogs to do their business — no more waiting for them to poop in the tea garden on cold nights! — and it looks out on a private mini-lagoon. The whole complex is surrounded by beautiful trees and flowers and it’s just… lovely.

As a funny side note, many of Blake’s youthful and single coworkers eschew Foster City because it’s too suburb-y. It’s full of families and yuppies and people who don’t go out to bars and wear hipster glasses. They all live in San Francisco and drink expensive coffees and listen to music so cool that we’ve probably never heard of it. And they don’t live in Foster City and they don’t want to. =) Which is fine with us — we’ve done the city thing, and it was really fun. But we’re ready to live in a place where it’s quiet at night and the streets are clean and you can park for free and there are Cheesecake Factories and malls and nobody plays a vuvuzela on the sidewalk at 1 a.m. We like suburbia.

Anyway, we’re very excited.

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