Week 01…
I’m going to sit down and start writing this now, because I know that If I set up my WordPress first, I will have lost any and all enthusiasm for this project. The sun is shining, I can hear the ocean down the hill (or maybe that’s just the traffic, but there is a lovely cool breeze regardless), and for the first time in a looooooong time, I’m excited to write down what’s in my head. I also journal, but that’s just for me. This will be the more public, less dark-night-of-the-soul stuff.
Anyways, ah… Hello. If you’re reading this, I assume you know Me(g) IRL in some way, but if you don’t… Hello, stranger.
Why am I blogging? Because I am a self-indulgent, somewhat pretentious millennial (seek not to alter me). Beyond that, it’s because I’ve just moved to San Francisco and have challenged myself to make a record of my time here, and because I want to share my escapades more easily with friends and family (and the randomly-curious, I suppose).
So, yes – for those not aware, I live in San Francisco now. I moved at the end of October 2025. I wish I could say it was a lemon-squeezy affair, but UHaul, UBox, USuck. Long story short: mum and I packed up everything beautifully, but UHaul shipped the wrong box (wrong because it was EMPTY) from WA to CA, and they didn’t realize it until I tried to take delivery of my missing things at the start of November. Thanks to my paranoia due diligence, the Samsung Smart Tag that I had tucked away inside one of my bags saved the day – briefly, I was able to prove to UHaul that my stuff had never left their warehouse; I rode-on them for a week to find it (the same week I was coordinating an organizational-onsite, no big); I flew back to WA to put the fear-of-meg into them; and badda-bing badda-boom, they located and re-shipped the artifacts of 30+ years of my life to the right place.
I cried after the delivery man left.
I cried again after I had put together my Nectar bed and managed to not damage myself or the room when unleashing the vacuum-sealed mattress. And then I cried when I lay down on that mattress, because it wasn’t full of air.
Truth be told, I’m getting very weepy with every new revolution of the Earth around the sun.
San Francisco, meanwhile, has been taking very good care of me: I love being so close to Golden Gate park and the actual-to-gosh ocean, and I am looking forward to exploring all that the city has to offer, which may easily take me the rest of my lifetime. There are so many walks and staircases in every neighborhood, and the BART and the MUNI make it very easy to get from borough to borough (you just have to be a little patient). Not to mention the countless shows, concerts, and marketplaces that take place every weekend… I’m going to be a very busy so-and-so, and I look forward to documenting it all here for my/your amusement and my personal reflection.
If you have suggestions or advice for me, I’m all ears! Please tell me which touristy things are worth doing, your favorite hidden gems, and so-on… I’ve got a list on my phone that grows longer every day.
Oh, and just to keep myself accountable: my goal is to write something every week. It could be a lengthy-life update, it could be medium-sized-musings, or it could just be a very short sentence on where I went in the city that week.
t.t.f.n. (ta-ta for now)
SF Neighborhoods/Places Explored: Noe Valley, Divisadero, West Portal, Richmond, Golden Gate Park, Botanical Gardens, Legion of Honor (art museum)
Soundtrack: Joe Hisaishi
Bus + Bench Book: The Crying of Lot 49, Thomas Pynchon
Lesson-Learned: I’m going to end up with way too many tote bags while living here, aren’t I?
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