My Life as a Twenty-Something summer series ends today back in San Francisco. Thank you for following along all summer and sharing your thoughts!
Sarah, a friend I met through my studying abroad program, moved here last summer from Boston for a job. It’s been such a trip and blast having her in my everyday life again after not thinking that’d be the case again after we parted ways in Sydney five years ago. What a treat! Here’s Sarah’s post on settling into her new city — San Francisco! I had no plans to move to San Francisco. I lived in Boston, working a deadend job, applying to new positions in Boston, but also applying to jobs in other cities. Somewhere along the line of applications, I had gotten in touch with my old coworker who had moved to the Bay Area. She told me there was an opening at the company she worked at that I would be qualified for, and that if I was interested, she would put in a good word.
As one who never shies away from at least TRYING, I sent over my resume and materials and got an interview soon after. A phone interview turned into a few Skype interviews, and before I knew it I had a job offer to move to San Francisco. Somewhere during the application process, I called Kate to tell her I was interviewing. I think we both sincerely thought it was too good to be true. (I was careful not to get too excited but had my fingers crossed! – K) I had applied to (and gotten rejected from) a lot of jobs. Were they really going to hire me all the way from Boston?
As I said: my goal was never to move to San Francisco; it just happened. The first and best job opportunity I considered was here – so I came. In fact, I hadn’t been to this fine city until I stepped off the plane and called it home. What brought me here will probably be the thing that keeps me here: the job opportunities. There are so many companies doing big things based in the Bay Area – including the one I work for now. I’m not saying these companies don’t exist in other places – but the tech scene I know and love thrives here more than any other place I’ve ever been.
The view from my office. Ironically, (since we work for the same company) it’s the San Francisco version of Meg’s view in NYC.
Though Boston was the original Melting pot, I think of San Francisco as the Melting Pot of the current era. One story I like to tell is how, as an avid sports fan, I venture out at 10 a.m. on Sundays by myself during the fall to watch Patriots games. I don’t go to one of the New England bars (though I could), but instead go to one of the few hole in the walls in my neighborhood that play every game. The first time I found this, I thought it was just because the 49ers weren’t on yet, but indeed, there are a lot of bars that play more than one game at once. I’ve never been to a bar in Boston that played anything but the Patriots if they were on.
Another one of the big benefits of living in SF are the other young professionals that are here. As Steph previously said, Boston is full of college kids. In San Francisco, it is a beautiful thing to go to a bar in any neighborhood and know that the guys I’m talking to have graduated from college. But the best part of living in San Francisco as a native New Englander is the weather. If you have never experienced it, God bless you, but seasonal winter depression is a very real thing. In winter states, from November to February, you don’t go out, you get pale, and you probably gain some weight because you don’t want to don your snow pants just to make it to the gym. While there are certainly times I miss that weather, my jaunts to the park all winter long have me saying otherwise.
A walk through the Marina in JANUARY.
Speaking of jaunts to the park, my most treasured San Francisco thing to do is called Off the Grid — a touring army of delicious food trucks — that stops Sunday afternoons not too far from my apartment. The best way to describe it is a picnic where you can buy any type of food that you want and legally have an open container of booze. I try to dedicate a few hours every Sunday when I’m around to walk over and plop myself on my park blanket for some sunshine and some fried chicken or a taco. Often I’ll go alone with my book and a few beers, or I’ll text a few people to see if they want to come by. It’s tucked into a section of town called the Presidio so you feel like you’ve turned the corner on some secret surprise party that you are actually cool enough to go to.
Fried chicken and macaroni salad
There are many, many other things I have found in SF to be lovable: Karl the fog, the proximity to Napa, hikes urban and otherwise, not to mention the awesome food and sights to see. I’m happy to be in San Francisco for the time being – and I think it’s pretty happy to have me.
I am so glad you’re here, Sarah! Stay forever!
That wraps the Life as a Twenty-Something series. Over the last 10 weeks we’ve covered Los Angeles (part 1 and part 2), D.C., New York (part 1 and part 2), Boston, Austin, Chicago, Santa Barbara, and San Francisco. Thank you to Taylor, Michelle, Becca, Steph, Jorie, Veronica, Caitlin, Meg, Sophie and Sarah for taking the time to reflect on your awesome lives and show us around. You all are dolls.
Sarah and me making an “SF” sparkler gram on the Fourth of July.