Even as my four month anniversary approaches with my studio loft in downtown Sacramento, my honeymoon period is still well in tact as my love for all 547 square feet of it continues to grow each day. Like all relationships though, there is that list of daily annoyances that oddly seems to bring a smile to my face when I share these stories with friends and family. Despite the charm and suave ambiance that mid-town flaunts, I took a risk in this commitment and opted for something different, unexplored, admittedly a bit pricey, however under appreciated by many — and now I am happy to say that I have found a great love for my life in my loft.
I”ve known grown accustom to the nightly sounds of downtown that act as evidence that indeed our central business district is undergoing change. While my view of the sunset behind Tower Bridge and the fireworks on New Year's Eve can”t be beat, there are definitely mornings and nights that make me realize why people live in quiet suburbia. The foot of space between each loft assists with the nightly noise from my neighbor's electric drum set and my other neighbor's barking dog. I could do without the jackhammers tearing up 8th street every week, trucks re-paving it, and the jackhammers ripping the street up again as if they lost something. But the one noise I can”t seem to sleep through would have to be my daily “alarm clock” that plays its bugle horn tune twice consistently at 6am to alert a line of people outside my building that morning tacos have arrived — I call him taco man.
I get pretty routine inquires regarding my little loftstyle, kind of like when you start dating someone and your mother asks you all those practical questions like “how old is he?” and “what does he do?” The loft life is what you make it. There's a mix of people in my 225 unit building, from single parents with kids to young professionals with dogs to musicians with Lamborghinis. I would definitely say the majority of my loft acquaintances moved to the lofts due to its proximity to their downtown workplaces — some were serious commuters who figured out it was cheaper to live in a high-end loft and walk to work than to live in Yuba City or Napa Valley and drive hours every day. I totally dig not owning a car and walking my one block to the office, and considering the cost of owning a vehicle I consider my loftstyle well worth it. Plus there's no need to pay for gym membership or television with a great work-out facility and screening room downstairs. And who needs internet at your house when you can get fair-trade, organic tea at Temple downstairs anytime of the day or a beer at Pyramid after work?
All in all, the sounds of ambulances and construction and people have become not so much an annoyance, but part of the comfort of living in a part of Sacramento that is experiencing urban adolescence. With a little support and love, downtown Sac will grow out of this awkward stage and find itself as an attractive lace to live with so much to offer. And to answer those practical questions everyone throws at me: living in a loft is personal lifestyle choice that is not for everyone, but it was my choice and it enables me to adhere to my values of living car-free in a dense development that I fell in love with.
To all the things we love this Valentine's Day,