I’ve lived in a handful of neighborhoods in San Francisco. Near Alamo Square/painted ladies when I first moved here in 2009 with my friend, Steph. The heart of Russian Hill with a couple of girlfriends. My bedroom window sat above a street where a trolley turned a sharp left, filled with people who cried out like they were on a rollercoaster. Every. single. time and it brought a smile to my face. I called Lower Haight home at one point, and of course, Cow Hollow and Marina. I get teary-eyed even thinking about leaving (after seeing friends move to suburbia). This city has been my home for so long, it’s such a huge part of me. This week is actually my 8 year anniversary! Facebook told me yesterday in a photo I took with Steph, on our rooftop the day we moved in.
“No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living.” –William Saroyan
So much has happened in those eight years, some of the most pivotal moments in my life. Everything has brought me to where I am now, and I am so grateful. Looking back at long nights out in my younger years bring outbursts of laughter.I definitely lived life right in my twenties. I’ve met some of my very best friends here, who will be in my life forever. I’ve been on my own since I was 20, so the city kicked my ass sometimes and taught me to be independent. I’ve learned so much about myself. I changed careers and have followed my gut along the way. I’ve made new friends, got to know new neighborhoods, decorated many apartments. It has been such a full eight years! Meeting Matt in 2014 was the ultimate highlight and is my greatest gift from SF. Bringing Scout into our lives has been the best as well. Life happens so fast, but I am truly thankful to live here and be able to look back on everything since standing on that rooftop, marveling over a place so unfamiliar and exciting.
San Francisco is a huge reason why my life has felt so full these past 8 years. Heart you, SF!
I don’t know what it is, but anytime I am wandering aimlessly around Pacific Heights, I’m perfectly content and happy. I think a part of it, is how quaint and quiet it is. I’ve recently been taking work breaks to drive or walk over, grab a coffee (Blue Bottle, Joe and the Juice, Jane, you name it…), and walk around with my camera. It’s so enjoyable, gets my creative juices flowing to see things I may not have noticed before. For some reason, it also feels more like fall in Pac Heights. Maybe it’s the beautifully full trees that line the street and the ivy covering as much as it can reach? I don’t know but I love it.
I met with my friend and old colleague, Lucy to catch up and capture a few photos for fun. She started a new photography business, so we are going to be working together a little bit, so you will be seeing her name more often! We grabbed coffee and avocado toast from As Quoted (closer to Laurel Heights) and mansion window shopped. It was beautiful and sunny, but with a slight autumn chill in the air. This is a good example of what I will wear on a weekday errand run, etc. Comfy denim and a tee (still urge you guys to get this one! It’s amazing), a big thick knit jumper, and dress it up slightly with a more elevated everyday shoe.