easyisboring (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} easyisboring) wrote,@ 2008-11-03 09:49:00 |
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end radio silence
oh hey. i didn't forget about you after all, did i?
synopsis of the last six and a half months:
-got back to the united states, low-level culture shock ensued
-immediately got an expensive tattoo of an octopus carrying a unicorn (this is called "resettling")
-was a squatter in madison, wi all summer
-got "engaged" to be not married because the institution of marriage is a pile of horseshit, but loving somebody so much you think they shit rainbows every morning (he DOES!) is a good enough reason to spend money at art gecko
-had a preposterously fun and immature summer
-drove or rode in the car to tennesee, north dakota (and back to wisconsin), flew to CA, drove to WI, then drove BACK to CA
-"real life" kicks in: new apartment, new life, new roomates in san francisco, the "greatest city in the world" where i alternate between wondering what the fuck i'm doing here, hating it, loving it, getting excited about a job opportunity, then wondering if i'll ever get a real job.
i've been in san francisco living with bff soren, blb (best little bro) guthrie, and taryn, who i don't know particularly well, since the beginning of september. we have a view of the ocean, if i look left out my living room window i see the peninusla and all of daly city, if i look right i see the sunset district and the hill that i have to ride my bike either over or around to get to the more happenin' parts of the city.
the weather here is confusing. there are really only 2 seasons, but there's a lot of variation within them. july and august can be the coldest months of the year (weirdness) and winter is "the rainy season". a short bike ride from my house can reveal completely different weather.
soren (and jamie) pretty consistently tell me that i have to go through this transition period after college. i managed to put it off for a year traveling and distracting myself by living in madison with two fun and non-professional jobs and surrounded by a good number of people i love... the justification for moving away from such a glorious oblivion? 1 part feeling responsible as an older sister, 1 part adventure, 1 part running away from what i know (hey, it worked before).
my general conclusion at this point is as follows: the united states is kind of a shitsandwich place to live, in general. there are too many rules, too many imaginary things to be afraid of (and my paranoid hypochondriac ass sure does convince itself), and not enough jobs that have decent health insurance.
my recommendations:
my morning jacket's evil urges
ali baba's cave on valencia and 19th st (maybe it's 20th) for delish and cheap falafel
the muni fast pass for $45 a month
NOT the soy mochas at ritual, regardless of how snooty their coffee is, they don't use good soy milk, and the drinks are not fit to be consumed
por favor, drop a comment if you read this, i'm pretty sure this livejournal has been dead for so long nobody looks at it anymore.
oh hey. i didn't forget about you after all, did i?
synopsis of the last six and a half months:
-got back to the united states, low-level culture shock ensued
-immediately got an expensive tattoo of an octopus carrying a unicorn (this is called "resettling")
-was a squatter in madison, wi all summer
-got "engaged" to be not married because the institution of marriage is a pile of horseshit, but loving somebody so much you think they shit rainbows every morning (he DOES!) is a good enough reason to spend money at art gecko
-had a preposterously fun and immature summer
-drove or rode in the car to tennesee, north dakota (and back to wisconsin), flew to CA, drove to WI, then drove BACK to CA
-"real life" kicks in: new apartment, new life, new roomates in san francisco, the "greatest city in the world" where i alternate between wondering what the fuck i'm doing here, hating it, loving it, getting excited about a job opportunity, then wondering if i'll ever get a real job.
i've been in san francisco living with bff soren, blb (best little bro) guthrie, and taryn, who i don't know particularly well, since the beginning of september. we have a view of the ocean, if i look left out my living room window i see the peninusla and all of daly city, if i look right i see the sunset district and the hill that i have to ride my bike either over or around to get to the more happenin' parts of the city.
the weather here is confusing. there are really only 2 seasons, but there's a lot of variation within them. july and august can be the coldest months of the year (weirdness) and winter is "the rainy season". a short bike ride from my house can reveal completely different weather.
soren (and jamie) pretty consistently tell me that i have to go through this transition period after college. i managed to put it off for a year traveling and distracting myself by living in madison with two fun and non-professional jobs and surrounded by a good number of people i love... the justification for moving away from such a glorious oblivion? 1 part feeling responsible as an older sister, 1 part adventure, 1 part running away from what i know (hey, it worked before).
my general conclusion at this point is as follows: the united states is kind of a shitsandwich place to live, in general. there are too many rules, too many imaginary things to be afraid of (and my paranoid hypochondriac ass sure does convince itself), and not enough jobs that have decent health insurance.
my recommendations:
my morning jacket's evil urges
ali baba's cave on valencia and 19th st (maybe it's 20th) for delish and cheap falafel
the muni fast pass for $45 a month
NOT the soy mochas at ritual, regardless of how snooty their coffee is, they don't use good soy milk, and the drinks are not fit to be consumed
por favor, drop a comment if you read this, i'm pretty sure this livejournal has been dead for so long nobody looks at it anymore.
