One Year in California

Where does the time go? Has it really been a year?

Bay Bridge, two blocks from my apartment.

Today marks one year in California. Technically its been less than that since I’ve been away for about a quarter of the time either traveling for work or on the East coast.

On most days, I feel like I am on one long vacation. Except I go to work and I can’t leave. Everyone is so nice and everything is so picturesque, it can’t be real life. It’s strange.

Flowers at the Ferry Building on Saturday mornings. 

I do like SF and California. There’s so much to explore here and the food is absolutely AMAZING! I have nothing against this city (except for the weather) but it is not a place I can call home yet. I don’t feel attached to anything here. Maybe it will take me a while to get there. I know I didn’t really start loving Boston until the fourth year I was there. I hope it doesn’t take that long.

Things I’m still getting used to:

  • People not crossing the street until the crosswalk sign says they can. I like to jaywalk. It’s a problem. It was worse in Boston where pedestrians roam as they please so I fit right in.
  • The same weather, more or less, everyday. What, no seasons? The biggest bummer, is no summer. The kind that makes you sing, “hot town, summer in the city, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty.” Clearly this song is not about San Francisco. I want to make a PSA about the weather here especially after watching this season’s The Bachelor when girls were in their bikinis and skiing down the streets of SF. FOR THE RECORD – THAT IS NOT A NORMAL DAY. If Chris and I have learned anything, it’s always bring a jacket! 
Check out this fog. It was supposed to be in the 70s that day. Hmph.
  • Watching football games at 10am. This is weird. It’s weird to get up, have breakfast and then it’s time to watch football. Watching sports in general is bit harder especially when playoff games start at 7 or 8pm EST. This is minor, I know. 
  • Seeing homeless people on the sidewalks…pooping. OK, this is huge. I guess in the Northeast, there are less homeless people because when I moved out here it was something I noticed right away. What’s worse is that one time on my way home from work, I stumbled upon a man who was pulling his pants down…and then squatting…and then…you get the picture. 
And above all, I am still getting used to being here without my family and friends. My sister is coming home today from her first year at Boston University. I know I would be there to help her move back home if I still lived in Boston. It makes me kind of sad to be missing this stuff. If only I could move everyone I know here. Or if I can just take out middle America – maybe save Chicago – and have the two coasts much closer. I’ll trade the state of New Jersey for Austin, TX even (sorry Candy).

Birthday dinner at Freeman’s in NYC circa 2010.

Looking back, this year in the Golden State has been awesome. And though we don’t necessarily live in the same city, most of my friends have moved out here.

Dinner in the Mission circa last August.

I’ve also done things I never thought I would get to do. Who knows what will happen next. It is truly exciting. I have to keep reminding myself that especially the next time I see a homeless person unbuckle 🙂

At Big Sur circa last October.


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