One.

In Chicago, you can smell spring before it arrives–the air softens and sweetens, making you want to frolic around in the grass like a puppy, roll down the windows, and sing oldies (“I bought my first real six sting/bought it at the five and dime/played it ’till my fingers bled/was the summer of ’69”). But summer, ah, summer in Chicago, with its tongue of humidity sneaks up on you, so you only realize its arrival when sweat is dripping down your back and the heat is so thick you are sure it would be easier to walk through pudding than this type of air. (Recently, I flew back with a chest cold and as soon as I stepped off the plane, it cleared as if I was in a steam room).Chicago Skyline Lake Michigan

It was around this time I agreed to fly to San Francisco for an interview for an entry level tech sales job. If you’re confused at this point in the story, that’s okay, so am I.

It didn’t make much sense to anyone except that I waited and waited for something NEW, something INSPIRING. I thought it meant Manhattan. I thought that was where I was suppose to go. The West Coast was for hipsters and hippies, right? Instead of east, I flew west–on a hunch, on a prayer, with well wishes and lots of shock, too. Especially when I got the job and decided to build a life for myself in San Francisco.

Chalkboard Be Brave

A girl who only ever wanted to write fell in love with Sales (weird) and fell in even bigger love with the city after moving to San Francisco. It’s like a fairy tale or some cute chick flick (Working Girl, anyone?) except the writer in me never went away. She needs the words, the syntax, the diction. She carries around a notebook and a novel everywhere she goes. She dreams up stories that keep her awake at night. Characters pull and tug at her. Sometimes her own life is more like a story than she would prefer–hence the blog. (Also, I would like to point out that life here is not like a movie. Nobody ever asks: um, so how will I pay my rent in Sex and the City.)

Chalkboard the best is yet to come

Adventurers and explorers always record their exploits, both real and imaginary.

Read at your own risk.

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