After I graduated college I moved back home. Logically it was a wise decision: I did not pay rent, I enjoyed home-cooked meals everyday and I had a short commute to work. But even with all those I wasn’t fulfilled. I was subconsciously relinquishing responsibilities, losing a sense of independence and felt like I was breaking the linear progression of adulthood.
I love my hometown and I want to keep it that way. But in order to keep loving it, I know I needed to move before I was unhappy. Where did I choose to go? San Francisco!
Two weeks ago, I moved into a beautiful apartment with two lovely ladies in the Marina. Although I do cook my own meals, pay a good amount for rent, and commute 1 hr 15 mins each way to work, I’m already happier.
The first week was a bit chaotic with the move and it took some time to get situated to make my apartment finally feel like home. My room is still a work in progress but the rest of the apartment is starting to take on a warm, cozy feel. My apartment does not make me feel like I’m living in a big city but rather, I feel like I’m living in a quaint cabin on the country side.
My favorite place in the apartment has to be this bookshelf tucked into a tiny nook in the living room. The literature, the cook books, and the candles make it want to curl up against it with a cup of tea. However, I can’t take credit for this because I only contributed about 4 books to this entire shelf. My roomies Jessica and Hanna were the masterminds behind this.
I’m fortunate that I have one more place to call home while still having my original home a mere hour away! I’m excited to start a new chapter in my life by living in the city.