. We have a good laugh, because it’s true, but secretly I’m enjoying the existence of upper middle class thirty-somethings who don’t take life too seriously. As we amble down the clean colorful streets, the sun beats down and a clear blue sky greets us each morning. The smell of the La Boulange, a local French bistro and bakery, wafts across me and tempts my taste buds with tones of savory and sweet. There’s a little blue van parked across the way selling cookies out the window with a smile and a wave. Kids rush by giggling and dogs amble lazily aside restaurants waiting for their master’s return. All in all, it’s a perfect portrait of life - the bright colors of the city and relaxed attitude of people as they go about their day. Each minute spent here sees me growing more fond of this city. There’s a sense of thoughtfulness and appreciation for all the joys that life brings. From live theatre, outdoor parks, and a thriving art and culture scene, to hole in the wall speakeasy’s, people friendly roads, and fine organic cuisine. This place has it all for someone like me, and the fact that now I have family and friends here makes it all the more easy to envision living on any number of hilly picturesque streets. These next few weeks should bring me closer to knowing which direction my life is going, but something inside of me already feels right at home, here in the sunny heart of San Francisco.
I've finally made it back to the west coast. It's been over fourteen months since I’ve seen the rocky shores of the Pacific, and something about that ocean spray and smell of sea on the breeze envelopes me like a warm blanket and hot cup of coffee. In a short amount of time, our quaint little house in Noe Valley has become a home. Everything in its right place and the energy and livelihood of various roommates flowing through the halls. We break up our days between strolls through the valley, grabbing a bagel at the corner store and window shopping all the funky little boutiques. The neighborhood we live in is considered bourgeoisie, but it borders the heart of hipster central and phenomenal Hispanic cuisine. Perched up above the lower hoods of Mission and Haight Ashbury, Noe seems like a little sun filled spot of heaven amidst a jumble of tangled hilly streets. Our friends, who've lived in the area a while, point up their noses and refer to the Valley snobbishly - full of young parents, leashed dogs and an army of baby strollers