Oh, Good News, For Good
My friend and ex-coworker is moving down the street, just four blocks away, and while that might mean some late nights and dead mornings, I'm just thrilled.
Because people who live in San Francisco don't tend to stay in San Francisco. This city is tough on the bank account, and lately, there's been a mass exodus to Oakland. I find Oakland a bit distant. Though I do need plenty of alone-time, Oakland has swallowed up a few people who are near only in the most figurative sense. Nevertheless, I'm hanging in and on for dear life to my city, because San Francisco sustains me in ways that no other place can at the moment, and a friend down the street will sustain me further.
Which, hanging on in SF makes no practical sense, as my commute to work is long and expensive. But now, Lady Dahlia is moving just down the street! I remember when Ginab was a phone call away, and I remember how willing she was to drive over. Yoga, beer, movies and walks. The weekends, the evenings, the holidays when the town was deserted, me and the prospect of turkey pot pie. . .
I'm overjoyed that San Francisco has strengthened its grip on me. I'm here for good. For now.