I am sitting here, scratching my head as I stare at the date on the calendar. I probably have the world’s most puzzled face right about now but I am in complete astonishment.
November? How are we about to flip the page to November??
Two months left in 2016, really?
I just cannot believe it.
What blows my mind even MORE is the fact Derek and I have now been on the west coast for two months already. Two months! That means it has now been four months since we returned from backpacking.
How is this real life?
All I can do really is sit here in gratitude. Looking through the photos snapped over these last two months, I am reminded just how much I have to be thankful for. Ever since day one, San Francisco has held her arms out wide open, hugging us with such a warm embrace.
Over the last couple of weeks, Derek and I have finally begun to feel settled in this new city we now call home. We’re quickly learning she’s definitely a beauty, this city by the bay. Not to mention she is just overflowing with so many incredible enchantments.
I’ve never met a city that holds so many opportunities for “mini hikes.”
Thanks to the countless hilltops, San Francisco offers so many ways to take in breathtaking panoramic views of both the skyline and the bay. Despite the fact we’re still trying to get used to these steep hills, the huffing and puffing is always worth it once we arrive up top.
Pushing my lack-of-tree-swings frustration aside, I was extremely excited to find so many farmers markets peppered throughout the city. I’m telling you, there are so many delicious looking fruit and veggie stands covering the streets.
I mean, just look at those juicy tomatoes…
In case you were wondering, we certainly brought our brunch obsession here with us to the west coast. While we haven’t yet found any bagels that can top the ones in Brooklyn — I don’t think we ever will — did manage to find an amazing place for toast.
Can’t really say we’re experiencing fall here yet, though.
The weather has been a constant mid-60s to low-70s. But, as much as I miss the changing of the leaves, I can’t really complain about the abundance of clear blue skies and sunshine.
Oh, and after one-too-many- weeks of living in an Airbnb — the place we were staying in had no windows — we FINALLY found an apartment.
Our new space might be a tad bit smaller than our last while living in Park Slope — it’s a studio (!) — it has so much natural light, so much charm, and one incredible view.
Plus, I can’t even begin to describe our excitement the moment our POD was delivered on the street corner here in the city. Because we had not seen the majority of our stuff since we packed it up for our move from New York, we were so giddy the moment we started unpacking.
OK, so remember how I mentioned our apartment has an incredible view?!
Well, the picture below was taken from our window. Yeah. I have NO idea how we got so lucky to find this place, but we have both solemnly promised each other we will never take this view for granted.
Some people might think we’re crazy for living in less than 400 square feet. But you know, I’d live in a closet any day just to look out the window and see this beauty.
It didn’t take long before we found our new favorite ice cream spot. It might not be our beloved Ample Hills, but this blended-ice-cream masterpiece from Loving Cup sure is tasty. And, it’s right down the street from our apartment, so it’s quite the win-win situation.
It has been such a blast exploring so many of the neighborhoods here in the city. Even though we haven’t even scratched the surface, we’re quickly learning each area has its own uniqueness.
One of my favorite spots so far to explore is the Mission District. This neighborhood is so bright and full of life. Colorful buildings, vibrant murals — all of this on nearly every street corner.
We made our way up to Twin Peaks the other weekend, and I’m pretty sure my heart skipped a beat.
This view of the city skyline was just gorgeous. From this high up, everything seemed so still and calm.
I won’t lie. There are days when my heart aches a bit for New York City, especially when flashbacks of the life we built in Brooklyn start flooding my mind. There are days when I do feel the distance — all 3,000 miles — between us and the life that is being lived back on the east coast. Family dinners we’re missing out on. Birthday celebrations we’re not there for. You know, all those special little moments of life that happen on the daily.
But then, I look around and take in what’s around me, and suddenly those teardrops of bittersweet emotions quickly turn into a river of gratitude.
It is because of all our family’s support and encouragement, we are now out here living a dream we’ve both fantasized for years. Just as we’re about to flip the page to a new calendar month, we’ve turned the page on a new chapter of our life together. And I’m so excited to live it out and share it with you.
Thank you for being here, and as always, thank you for reading and following along.
Oh, and did I mention this happened!?!
Now, let the San Francisco chronicles begin!