Four Years.
I can hardly believe I’ve been living in San Francisco for four years.
We’re moving in!
It’s a serendipitous story, really.
The boyfriend and I have decided to move in together.
Three Years.
Three years ago, I made the best decision of my entire life. I packed up all my belongings and journeyed to San Francisco. I was unsure of what to expect — I didn’t have any friends or family in the city.
On Summertime, a visit from Mom, and San Francisco is a tease.
Until three years ago, my summers were hot. The kind of sticky hot where you want to spend the days by the pool with a trashy novel sipping Bud Light Limes (yes, I think they’re delicious — go ahead and judge me).
Outside Lands Music Festival Roundup
Right when Outside Lands tickets were released, my boyfriend asked if I wanted to go. I didn’t really know any of the bands and am not a fan of being smooshed up against a bunch of sweaty people grinding to songs I didn’t know. So, I opted out. As the excitement for the music festival resonated through San Francisco, I was a little bummed (and the boyfriend was even more bummed).
Two Years.
Two years ago today, my dad and I unloaded the last box from our rented Penske truck after driving 21 hours from Boulder to San Francisco. I was nervous, excited and scared. But mostly excited.
January 13, 2011
365 days ago, I couldn’t wait until my dad arrived in San Francisco. I was still getting settled in, hadn’t made many friends, and was looking forward to the familiarity of my family coming to town to celebrate my Birthday.
