I’ve lived in Cali for over 2 years now. You can probably tell; I’ve lived here for just enough time to call it “Cali”. But, like every twenty-something and new millennial and resilient “young whipper snapper” (my 96-year-old granddad’s words, not mine), I’ve grown accustomed to picking up, selling, moving and readjusting “just like that” every couple years. And being totally OK with it.
So in that same kind of “whatever-doesn’t-kill-me-only-makes-me-stronger” cliche-but-true motto of living, I’ve done it again. Picked up my life in San Francisco, sold and packed everything else that could fit in the rental, ended my lease in Alamo Square, moved to Downtown San Diego, and have been readjusting–in between the new job, new network of friends, new roommates and new weather–until about 5 minutes ago.
Just 5 minutes ago you ask? Well, my suitcases are out of sight. My IKEA furniture is actually assembled and loaded up slash organized. I passed the 1-month mark at my new job. My edamame pasta dinner was made with my favorite apron, all the right pots and pans, and blended 7 spices (which was previously packed at the bottom of said suitcase). My google calendar no longer looks a running list of sticky notes. And I’m getting acclimated to the weather, that I dread leaving.
But back to San Diego. I’ve been wanting to live here since I was 15. I LOVE Mexican food and I pray to the sun gods every time I go outside (so they’re good to me in San Diego). And I embrace the sunshine tax without a blink.
So far San Diego has been awesome!
I’ve lived in Cali for over 2 years now. You can probably tell. I’ve lived here for just enough time to start affectionately calling it “Cali.”
But like every twenty-something and “young whipper snapper” (my 96-year-old granddad’s words, not mine), I’ve grown accustomed to picking up, selling moving and readjusting just like that over the past 10 years. And being totally OK with it. And starting all over again in a new city.
So in that same kind of “whatever-doesn’t-kill-me-only-makes-me-stronger” motto of living, I’ve done it again now. In the span of 3 weeks, I picked up my life in San Francisco, sold everything, got a one-way rental SUV, put in my 30 days notice, moved to Little Italy, San Diego, started a new contract job, made some new building friends, got 2 new girl roommates, paid the sunshine tax and found my favorite coffee shop.
All up until about 5 minutes ago.
Just 5 minutes ago you ask? Well, my suitcases are out of sight. My IKEA furniture is actually assembled and loaded up slash organized. I passed the 1-month mark at my new job. My edamame pasta dinner was made with my favorite apron, all the right pots and pans, and blended 7 spices (which was previously packed at the bottom of said suitcase). My google calendar no longer looks a running list of sticky notes. And I’m getting acclimated to the weather, that I dread leaving.
But back to San Diego. I’ve been wanting to live here since I was 15. I LOVE Mexican food and I pray to the sun gods every time I go outside (so they’re good to me in San Diego). And I embrace the sunshine tax without a blink.
So far San Diego has been awesome!
