One of the things I love most about living in the heart of the city is that my morning commute is a mile and a half walk. I start with a leisurely stroll down Union street, and from there I walk along Columbus and meander through North Beach until I reach the financial district. Around Sacramento street, Kevin and I say our goodbyes and go to our respective offices. Sometimes when we are feeling lazy, or if it’s raining, we’ll take the bus, but most of the time we walk. I used to hate the mornings (and I’m still not a morning person by any means) but this morning walk with Kevin has become one of my favorite parts of the day. It makes going to work not quite so bad.
Because of this, I rarely ever drive, which is so different than how most people in California live. The other morning I had to drive to a work event in South San Francisco, and it was like a novelty to me. I had to leave 45 minutes early just to go about 15 miles. I listened to the radio. I stopped at Starbucks. I caught up on local news. I parked in a garage structure larger than the street I live on. It was actually enjoyable, but strange because it’s so different than my normal routine. It’s likely that there will come a day where that routine becomes normal to me, but right now, I can’t imagine doing that every single day.
I know some people can’t imagine living in teeny tiny apartments piled on top of each other, or not having a back yard, or a garage, or having to spend 30 minutes looking for parking.
But I can’t imagine not walking to work, or not having a wine bar less than two blocks away, or having to worry about drinking and driving (taxis are abundant). San Francisco is only about seven by seven miles, which means that even my friends that live “far away” don’t actually live very far away. In theory, there are few places that I couldn’t walk to.
It might not be for everyone, but the city commute is a good commute.
picture from my walk to work