I’ve been in San Francisco for over a week now. Its a great city, like 10 cities in one. You can visit most of the world by public transport all on one peninsula.
There is certainly a diversity of people too. One thing about living in the South, both to its benefit and detriment, is that most people are the same. There is strength and safety in the familiarity, but there is a want of interesting people too…at least as a percentage of the population.
However, there is a fine line between interesting and freaking weird and my line is being redrawn by the day. I mean, there are some fucking space cadets out here. Weird for the sake of weirdness. Homeless as a political statement. A casual acceptance of the mentally ill.
It depends on where you go, but I’m living in Berkeley now. There are more coffee shops than gas stations, more yoga studios than grocery stores.
I’m sure many people moved out here for the life and vibrancy of the city…its amazing. I’m also sure many people moved out here because they weren’t accepted where they were living before.
I like San Francisco. I’d move out here if I could. But it is a city for the young, a playground for the single, the misfit and the affluent. Right now I am one of those, maybe two, but certainly not the third.
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