Don't Look Down

The word I've used most to describe my first year in San Francisco is vertiginous. When I left DC I had a few simple goals: write more, don't let work take over my life, get healthier, and meet new girls. Since I moved in, I've been clawing and scratching at that life. I haven't really stopped to catch my breath.

And actually, it's been amazing, living in San Francisco. In the last year, I've become a professional writer, lost weight, dated a couple girls. I tried to snowboard for the first time. I've been to Sonoma with Ash, St. F, and Diego on more than a couple weekends. But god, it's been fast. Nearly everything in my life has changed, and almost all for the better. But it's like I can't keep up with the changes.

It feels… vertiginous. Exhilirating, but not cozy. Not familiar. Not like standing on solid ground. Given the two earthquakes we had last Thursday, I'm beginning to understand that "solid ground" is a luxury people forsake when they come to San Francisco.

I'll stare you down, San Francisco. I'll find the Totally Original you'd have me be.