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A Chapter: San Francisco

I moved to San Francisco in early August. I drove in from the south, watching the temperature hover at a steady 112 degrees. Suddenly, I rounded a corner and saw a line of thick, white cloud pressing down on the land in front of me. The temperature plummeted to 59, and I drove in, literally blind to what was in front of me.

There were cracks in my foundation, and I was doing my very best to ignore them. I left Houston and didn’t think twice as I careened toward San Francisco. The longer I’ve lived here, the more I’ve heard similar stories from other people; San Francisco is the kind of place where you don’t really move with care and deliberation. It’s a place to run to, a place where the misfits have rewritten the rules. It’s a bit like Neverland, accepting lost boys and girls who swear they’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up… not me! And it slows time in the strangest way. The seasons and the years bleed together, until suddenly you realize that it’s been nine years.

Nine beautiful years. Nine years of pinching yourself every day, remembering that you have the awesome honor of living here. Nine years of being chilled through to your bones. Nine years of feeling like every day has magic and possibility. Nine years of ignoring how damn difficult every transaction is: getting to work, standing in line to buy groceries, finding parking at 9pm, getting the bulk pack of toilet paper from the store to your house. Nine years of falling in love with a place every single day. 

It all feels like a blink. And yet, when I do the accounting, I see how I grew up, grew up, grew up… meIn that first year, my foundation shattered. I broke my own heart and someone else’s, and took a wrecking ball to a dream I’d nurtured since childhood. I changed every single thing that could change. It took years two and three to reassemble myself. I started this blog. I found other people, online and in real life, who were reflections of myself, who made me feel less weird and alone. I met the Horse Whisperer, and — in years three and four — learned what the word “partner” means. In year five, I found a career that I love and discovered that the things I thought were weaknesses were actually my strengths. Somewhere around year seven, I became a San Franciscan – someone who knows this town like the back of my hand, who can pinpoint exactly which person on the bus is going to make a scene, who can tell you exactly where to get this or that item. And I thought to myself, “This is my place. This is where I’ll grow old. I’m one of the ones who will stay.”

And yet, quietly, somewhere around the eight year mark, I looked around and thought, “I could be ready for the next thing.” It felt like an insidious joke, that first whispered thought. I vehemently denied it, refusing to give it any room to grow. But a few weeks later, there it was again: “I could be ready for the next thing.” And it grew and grew, Jack’s beanstalk tempting me to leave Neverland. I just couldn’t figure out where it was going. “I could be ready,” I kept thinking, but there were other factors. I work in a relatively narrow field, and the Horse Whisperer’s industry is extremely limited. He’d made it clear, in our first month of dating, that there was only one job for which he’d be willing to leave the Bay Area.

Which was why I knew where the beanstalk went the moment that they called.

And so, we are leaving San Francisco. In a few months, we’ll say goodbye to this incredible place that formed us, both as individuals and as a couple. We’ll pack up our house and our hearts, because loving San Francisco doesn’t mean leaving your heart here. We’ll drive south, and we’ll plant new roots in San Diego. And we’ll look back forever, pinching ourselves that we had the amazing privilege of living in San Francisco for nine glorious years.

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  • flurrious December 26, 2013 at 1:03 pm

    The way I know that a part of me will always be a San Franciscan is that my first thought on reading this post was, “so your apartment will be available?”

    Congratulations on the next new thing. I spent a summer in San Diego and it’s a lovely city and compared to the Bay Area, it’s an EASY city. Politically, it can be a bit of a culture shock, but shrimp tacos and the perpetual 72 degree day are consolations.

    • abbersnail December 28, 2013 at 9:50 am

      Ha! The apartment thing is so true. I’m thinking of doing a little house tour of some kind, because leaving our apartment is the thing that keeps getting me all misty.

      Everyone keeps telling us that SD will be easier, and not one person has said a bad thing about it. I’m anxious about the change in lifestyle, though. But, I keep reminding myself that before living in SF, I only ever lived in the deep south and Texas. I suspect that it’ll be initial culture shock, but I’ll get used to it.

  • Marie December 26, 2013 at 1:07 pm

    Oh my goodness! That is so awesome lady! It’s always great to experience something new.

    I felt the same way leaving Boston (even though I only lived there for 3 years, but to me it will forever feel like home). It’s pretty amazing what you’ll discover along the way.

    Best of luck with the move and can’t wait to hear what San Diego will be like!

    • abbersnail December 28, 2013 at 9:51 am

      It’s amazing, choosing to leave somewhere that really feels like home. I think I’ll be really sad for a while. Seeing SF on commercials and TV shows will probably be a little bit tear-inducing for a while!

  • sizzle December 26, 2013 at 5:55 pm

    So happy for you guys and your next chapter!

    • abbersnail December 28, 2013 at 9:52 am

      Thanks, love. I’m shoring myself up for big changes!

  • Heather December 26, 2013 at 8:25 pm

    That is such exciting news! I’m happy for you both! We’re just 90 minutes away. Holler if you’re in our area and we’ll do the same!!

    • abbersnail December 28, 2013 at 9:52 am

      YES! That is excellent news!!! The proximity to LA, with its many friend-residents and cool shops, is certainly helpful.

  • Kailyn December 26, 2013 at 9:40 pm

    We must go to Burma Superstar before you leave. I spent six years in San Diego. Loved it. Probably the only other place I would live other than the Bay Area.

    • abbersnail December 28, 2013 at 9:52 am

      That’s what people keep saying, which is very reassuring!!!

  • Feisty Harriet December 30, 2013 at 10:12 am

    Congratulations!! I think a little bit of San Francisco will always be in my heart, and I can’t imagine leaving it after 9 years, but I am so happy you’ve had so many wonderful experiences there to tuck into your suitcase (and moving van), and I can’t wait to hear all about the new adventures in San Diego!!


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