Moved to San Francisco − 1 July, 2007

My oh my.

After 6 years in San Diego, my wife and I packed up the cats and moved north 501 miles to San Francisco.

What was supposed to be an 8-ish hour drive turned into a 13 hour saga; scattered summer wildfires along our route slowed the 5 down to a crawl, and we found ourselves in bumper-to-bumper traffic on and off. It's a very weird experience to be in rush-hour style traffic in the middle of nowhere, let me tell you.

We arrived exhausted.

It would be another 7 days before our furniture arrived, but we set out and explored our neighborhood in this brand new city.

We had mixed feelings leaving San Diego--it's a beautiful city, and we left behind some good friends. But the new opportunities for us up here were just too good to pass up.

I realized quickly that San Diego suburbanified us quite a bit--it had been a while since we lived in a true urban city. But it's good to be back where we can walk to the corner and hail a cab, grab 6 different kinds of foods in various cafes within blocks, and feel "in the mix" again.