It has officially been a month since I've moved to San Francisco. And between the various couches that I've been surfing on and the small connection of essentials that live in my dusty car, I'm come to the conclusion that the nomadic lifestyle isn't for me.
I am not in love with the city. I feel like my mind thinks this whole thing is just one big vacation that will soon end. And as the weeks go by, it's slowly sinking in that it's not. I'm dying for my own place. I'm dying to sleep on a bed. And every day, in this hunter and gatherer lifestyle, I'm realizing how comfortable I had gotten in Los Angeles and just how much I actually miss it.
I guess this gives me an opportunity to start saving money. The job I currently have is pretty fantastic. We get free lunches and get to go on company outings. The office is immaculate, complete with a full snack bar, espresso machine, and fourteen bathrooms. My co-workers are easy to talk to and fun. And I honestly, like the work I do- despite not quite knowing how I'll fare in the next couple of years.
Regardless, I can't complain. This new city is a cold and bizarre place beyond my comfort zone. And though I miss the routine Los Angeles had for me, I'm really excited to see what this new chapter has in store for me.