No, I don’t think I’d like you better if we slept together, but that’s actually more of a compliment because I really like you in a completely platonic way. If you don’t know the song, this post will take an immediate turn for the awkward and I’ll feel incredibly old. No, Romeo Void once said…
Never Say Never.
After living in Arizona for nearly half my life, it is time to hitch the ponies to the wagon and start a new journey.
You’ll never guess where I’m going.
Oh, wait, there is a ginormous, obvious picture accompanying this post hinting at it.
That’s right, we are moving to
sunny San Francisco! Okay, we’re actually looking at the suburban bedroom community of Alameda Island, where the speed limit never exceeds 25mph, but that doesn’t photograph as well and no one knows where Alameda is.
My husband will be a director for an up-and-coming software company located in the SOMA district of San Francisco, and I am incredibly proud of him and excited for this new opportunity and OMG WE’RE MOVING!
Here’s the funny thing – I lived in southern California for two years of my life, and while I enjoyed my time there, I never thought I would return to California. Compared to Arizona it was super-expensive, and the area I lived in was all chain stores and few mom-and-pops. I really loved Arizona, and despite the fact that my politics is opposite than a good chunk of the state, I still love Arizona. As you can tell from Le Nom and many other posts, we love our friends here. Arizona residents are mostly friendly, there are a lot of fun things to do, it’s affordable, and from November to April, you can’t beat the weather. I didn’t think I’d ever leave or ever want to leave.
I certainly never thought I’d move to the Bay area. When I vacationed there, I would always think, “San Francisco is one of the great American cities; too bad it’s so expensive.” Of course, we won’t be living in San Fran because of the 1) lack of dog-friendly places 2) cost 3) recent purchase of a nice car that shouldn’t be parked on streets known for car theft and vandalism. Alameda is an inexpensive option in comparison, and it is very pedestrian and biker-friendly. It is a 20 minute ferry commute to San Francisco, dropping my husband off just two blocks from his work. They actually serve alcohol on the afternoon ferries – how many places can you say your daily commute involves watching the sun set over the water while drinking a beer or a glass of wine?
These “nevers” we create – I guess they really do create barriers to seeing opportunity. Once that’s lifted, amazing things can happen.
I’m getting a little ahead of myself – my husband will be commuting up there starting some time in October, and I’m staying put in Arizona for the next several months for a host of reasons. But the wheels are in motion – this is happening. Never say never.