22 days of SF
It’s been just over three weeks since I moved to San Francisco.
It’s been going pretty well. I like the place I’m living. It’s a nice space and my roommates are nice. I’m close to BART (and BART is close to work). The neighborhood is flat so I can bike around it without too much trouble. Within a few blocks I have a grocery stand, a supermarket, a few bars and a lot of restaurants (mostly Taquerias–I picked the wrong neighborhood given that I’m only so-so on Mexican food).
I don’t think I realized how much I disliked driving. It’s a semi-walkable city so even stuff outside my neighborhood I can get to by walking. Public transportation is decent but the Trip Planner is extremely useful. NextMuni is even better; bus and light rail times-to-arrival based off of GPS.
It’s not all roses. Things are more expensive. Yogurts, which I buy for my lunches, are about 2x the cost. The drive into KZSU on Tuesdays at 5:15am is some simple but intense sort of torture.