This week, not only did I celebrate my 26th year on this planet, but I also celebrated my 6th month living in San Francisco.
Six months ago I drove across the Bay Bridge with my Dad in a rental truck with all of my belongings. Six months ago my mom and I said goodbye through tears just like when I left home to go to UC Irvine. Although I can’t drive home when I miss my family, I’m lucky to have my San Francisco family, the family I have created. I often find myself walking down the street or sitting on the train and I think to myself “I fucking live here.” Maybe the shock and excitement will wear off eventually, but maybe it won’t. All I know is that right now, today, I love it here. Maybe it’s like the beginning of every relationship. Perhaps San Francisco and I are in our honeymoon phase. I mean, really, we’ve had our differences, but for now everything is pretty great. So cheers, SF. Here’s to many more great months, years, decades, who knows.