His excitement is genuine and infectious. He's pumped about transferring his job to SFO, pumped about the food scene in Oakland, pumped about taking a future date to see a sunrise over the Bay. As one local put it, "Bro is going to be the most excited San Leandro citizen alive."

And honestly? Good for him. We're not here to dunk on the guy. But we do want to sit with the reality of what's happening here for a second.

A working man is paying nearly $23,000 a year for a small studio in San Leandro — not San Francisco, not even Oakland — and he considers it a win. Because by Bay Area standards, it kind of is. That's the housing market we've built. Decades of restrictive zoning, CEQA abuse, and NIMBYism from supervisors who claim to care about working people have made $1,900 for a box in the East Bay feel like a steal.

Another Bay Area resident offered a more grounded take: "San Leandro is cool... it's not luxury. But you're in a good spot, close to Oakland which means good food and culture. Close to SF and still within 40 minutes from SJ."

Fair enough. San Leandro is perfectly fine. It's quiet, it's got BART access, and it doesn't have the open-air chaos of certain SF corridors. But let's not lose the plot: a wheelchair agent shouldn't need to celebrate affording a studio the way most people celebrate a promotion.

One commenter probably captured the collective mood best: "I'm just excited that you're this excitable... life has been beating me down, so I get a lift out of those who still have simple joys."

Same. But maybe we should ask why simple joys — like affording a place to live near your job — have become so rare that a stranger's optimism feels like a news event.

Welcome to the Bay, Kansas. We hope it's kind to you. We just wish it were cheaper.