My friend Kelsey posted the photo below on her facebook and it made me smile.
The first time I visited San Francisco I was 15. It was love at first sight. It was cold and rainy and the weather was horrific, and yet I loved every minute of it.
A few years later I was visiting with my dad and his girlfriend, I think I was a freshman in college at the time, and when we were walking down to Union Square from our hotel I remember saying “after college I’m going to move here and live in one of these apartments,” and I pointed to a nob hill beauty.
And that’s basically exactly what I did.
A year after college I decided to move here without knowing a soul. I had no job and no place to live. Within three months I had an apartment in nob hill, a job at the San Francisco Chronicle, and I had made a small group of friends that are still my very best friends today.
Sometimes I feel like my life is so off track and that I’m not where I thought I would be at this age, but then I think about that conversation so many moons ago and I realize that I’m exactly where I hoped I would be.
And if you ask me, it’s a damn good place to be.
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