I love the city life.
There’s just something about the vibrancy of the inner streets, noisy echo of cars and buses, and crowds of people scattering about their daily agenda that matches my pulse. The past two years have consisted of me living in Los Angeles, studying abroad in Paris for a month, and travelling to Italia and Boston – all large metropolitan meccas. Since moving back to my hometown San Jose in December, I haven’t been able to quell the desire to immerse myself in city life.
My latest thoughts have drifted over to San Francisco, the heartbeat of the Bay Area. Just when I thought it may not happen for at least another year or so, an opportunity presented itself to me last week – a chance to to reside in the City. The process and details are still in the works, but it’s starting to look very possible.
Is becoming an SF girl a romanticized notion in my head? Will the long commute to work and living in an endless state of fog bring reality crashing head on? Or will it only confirm my desire to explore an urban lifestyle?
I won’t know until I try.