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aseI am totally in the "puppy love" phase of moving to a new and exciting place. Some early, mostly quite sappy reactions:
Surviving and thriving in San Francisco means layering. A windproof shell is essential.
The hills are every beautiful thing. I love them at night, with nets of sodium lights climbing toward the stars; I love the views across the city during the day. I get a bonus roller coaster ride every time the bus pushes over the big hills, and then I get the view!
I love the way I am one sigma off "mainstream" and I'm the boring normal person at the party.
I think it's hilarious that it took me from Wednesday night to Saturday afternoon to go from "MUNI is the most awesome thing ever!" to "the bus is 15 minutes late! I will be late! Fail, MUNI, fail!" (And when I debarked and walked the last four blocks, I discovered all those whiners on Yelp were right: sometimes, it's faster to walk than to take the bus. On a related note, I think the people complaining about speed from their seats on a slow, crowded bus need to stand up, get off the bus and leave more seats for the rest of us, especially the people carrying stuff.)
I think I like city living! I like walking two blocks and seeing grocery stores, restaurants, tchotchke shops, bars, and hardware stores.
I'm still getting used to having an East Coast accent. Mild, but there.
I like the beach. A lot. And Golden Gate Park. And Land's End Park. And avoiding Market Street and the tourists.
I like the fact that, even though I have moved from DC and don't get to mock the tourists of our nation's Capitol, now that I live in SF I can mock the SF tourists. I am not a tourist.
The thing I am really not used to is the race balance: my neighborhood is very Asian or white, and I keep looking for the Latinos, Middle Eastern, and African people who I am used to seeing around.
I am terrified I'm going to find something I don't like about the city. Therefore it is essential I get myself employed so I can hate on work instead of life outside work. But that's tomorrow's problem: today I have hills to scramble around.
Surviving and thriving in San Francisco means layering. A windproof shell is essential.
The hills are every beautiful thing. I love them at night, with nets of sodium lights climbing toward the stars; I love the views across the city during the day. I get a bonus roller coaster ride every time the bus pushes over the big hills, and then I get the view!
I love the way I am one sigma off "mainstream" and I'm the boring normal person at the party.
I think it's hilarious that it took me from Wednesday night to Saturday afternoon to go from "MUNI is the most awesome thing ever!" to "the bus is 15 minutes late! I will be late! Fail, MUNI, fail!" (And when I debarked and walked the last four blocks, I discovered all those whiners on Yelp were right: sometimes, it's faster to walk than to take the bus. On a related note, I think the people complaining about speed from their seats on a slow, crowded bus need to stand up, get off the bus and leave more seats for the rest of us, especially the people carrying stuff.)
I think I like city living! I like walking two blocks and seeing grocery stores, restaurants, tchotchke shops, bars, and hardware stores.
I'm still getting used to having an East Coast accent. Mild, but there.
I like the beach. A lot. And Golden Gate Park. And Land's End Park. And avoiding Market Street and the tourists.
I like the fact that, even though I have moved from DC and don't get to mock the tourists of our nation's Capitol, now that I live in SF I can mock the SF tourists. I am not a tourist.
The thing I am really not used to is the race balance: my neighborhood is very Asian or white, and I keep looking for the Latinos, Middle Eastern, and African people who I am used to seeing around.
I am terrified I'm going to find something I don't like about the city. Therefore it is essential I get myself employed so I can hate on work instead of life outside work. But that's tomorrow's problem: today I have hills to scramble around.
