In less than a week, I will be calling San Francisco my new home. Today, I am scrambling to prioritize my belongings, and pack them into cardboard boxes, and then squeeze them into my car. I am also planning my final Houston meals (Broiler Burger and Goode Co.), and awkward "see you laters" because no one says goodbye these days. And then, come Wednesday, the new adventure begins.
And you know what? I'm ready. My mother and I went out to San Francisco last weekend to scope it out, attempt to find housing (disastrous), and make some friends. The trip exceeded all expectations--the food scene, the abundance of parks, the happy weather, the extreme driving path that is Divisadero Street, and the hours alongside the bay. It is a good place for a new chapter.