San Francisco

San Francisco itself is art, above all literary art. Every block is a short story, every hill a novel. Every house a poem, every dweller within immortal. (William Saroyan)

Photo from our trip in 2011

Photo from our trip in 2011

It’s been about a year since I last blogged, but with a recent major upheaval in my life, I thought it was an appropriate time to jump back into it. Joe got a great new opportunity on the West Coast, and with little to no notice, I’m going along for the ride!

It’s a bittersweet feeling. There is an incredible excitement in being able to drop everything and start a new life in a new city. At the same time, New York is a city one can never be done with; leaving always feels like closing a book before you read the ending.

This blog is the story of our move to the West Coast, and eventually, our new life in San Francisco.


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