We’ve lived in San Francisco for almost three years now. It’s definitely easier to live here now than it was in May of 2016, when all our stuff was in (mixed-up) boxes stacked along the walls, and we were sleeping on mattresses on the floor, and all four of us got food poisoning the second day we slept in the new house and the kids projectile-vomited all over the mattresses on the floor.   We have our familiar and comfortable rhythms now: school days when the boys come into our room and cuddle or snooze for a minute before we all pack up and go, home days when we have long breakfasts and…