So much fun! There’s great hiking trails, rock faces for climbing, and swimming to cool off after. What’s not to love?
At last! I’m finally posting pictures of our apartment’s freshly decorated guest room. Everyone may now sleep soundly at night knowing you will have your own room with an (extremely) comfortable air mattress with which to rest your weary head when you visit. I now give you leave to start moving around your vacation days and booking your flights.
In case anyone is wondering I got the template for the Wifi sign at Life Love Lauren.
Well, I owe everyone an apology because this post is a full day late. Why? Well because my weekend was filled with fantastic times gallivanting around Haight-Asbury with friends, which was super awesome and fun, but also sapped every ounce of writing energy out of me. Anywho, I figured I’d share some pictures of our adventures and of the guest room that is (slowly) coming together.
These first pictures were taken during our lovely walk from the 16th Street Mission BART station to Haight which was up a oh… 60 degree incline. No big deal, I just felt as if my lungs were on fire and collapsing in on themselves by the time we got to the peak of the mountainous hill.
Once in Haight we stopped for food and drinks at Magnolia Gastropub & Brewery. You may notice a distinct lack of pictures of the Chicken Habanero Sausage I ordered. I have no excuse other than I was STARVING after our walk and practically inhaled it. The sausage and tomatillo salsa were super spicy, but were balanced perfectly by the cucumber avocado salad. It was seriously so fantastic. I was able to get a shot of Patrick’s beer and my Pomegranate Cider. Which tasted like candy, but wasn’t cloyingly sweet. Other than that we basically just wandered aimlessly around, ducking in and out of the millions of shops lining the streets.
Whilst shopping I bought a Labbit plush from Kidrobot and adorable postcards from Loved to Death to use as guest room decorations. My favorites were the ones of cat’s dressed up like people.
Hope you enjoyed!
Yesterday I went on an adventure around Downtown Berkeley to find a few bits and bobs for around the house. Now you might be thinking, why make a two BART stop ride just for housewares (that you probably don’t even need)? Two words – Daiso Japan – essentially the Japanese equivalent of a dollar store. Brace yourselves, pictures are coming.
My first experience with one of these gems was around my second week living in San Francisco during Eric and my Japantown visit. This store is fantastic. It’s made up of rows and rows of housewares, crafting supplies, beauty products, and snacks. Sure, some of the products might be a bit on the low end quality wise, but if you look hard enough you can make some truly nice discoveries here. I’ll never understand people who refuse to shop at discount stores and insist that no matter what the products there are crap. If you walk in ready to look through everything carefully and buy only the items worth the price then you’re guaranteed to walk out with something nice. All you need is a bit of patience. Speaking of the price, unless otherwise marked EVERYTHING in the store is $1.50. I’ve been to Daiso three times (each at a different location) and I’ve never been able to break twenty as a grand total. Which is miraculous considering how banana sandwich I go over the snacks.
After buying out the store I went to the Honeyberry across the street and got a Green Tea Snow Cup for the walk home. The super cold green tea flavor ice covered in deliciousness kept me nice and cool in what felt like broiling heat. In reality it was only 80 degrees out, but San Francisco has done a great job at breaking my internal temperature regulation. Damn perfect weather all the time.
Here are some shots of my purchases. My favorite is definitely the crescent moon book stand that I’ve dedicated to keeping my Sailor Moon manga in place. Ahem yes, so I may have a compulsive problem with organization and matching, but it just makes me so happy! How can you not love that? A moon book stand holding up Sailor Moon Manga? No? Okay, just me then.
Hope you enjoyed!
For a little over a month I have been living a thirty minute BART ride out from San Francisco yet have only gone into the city a measly four times. Why is that? Well, mostly because I’ve been grappling with the irrational fear that everyone here is after me and that I’ll be attacked immediately after putting my guard down. Now, you might be thinking the use of caution while traversing a big city is not unwarranted. I agree with you, however, the reason I’m finding this fear strange is that I have no trouble wandering other large cities like New York City. Meet up with my friend for dinner a few back alleyways from Times Square? Okay! Walk to a tiny bar at the heart of Chinatown in the middle of the night with one other girl? Seems legit. My fear of San Francisco seems to be outside the realm of “wow this a big city maybe I should use caution” and something more psychological.
To be clear, I have gone into San Francisco by myself. Last week I met up with a friend for lunch in the Financial District and had a really fantastic time. I know what I’m feeling is irrational so I’ve been making myself face the city in an attempt to overcome that feeling. The thing is, more than overcoming my fear; I want to know why I am feeling this way to begin with. I’ve hypothesized that it’s my lack of connection to the city in general. I know New York, have been visiting there since before I can remember and have tons of people I know there. Here, I have a handful of friends, but am otherwise on my own. Another hypothesis is the general detachment I’ve encountered from strangers since arriving here. Dear god, the level non-conscientiousness that people conduct themselves with here is too damn high! It is not going to kill you to look up from texting for five seconds so as to ensure you don’t ram into another human being (then glare like it was their fault). I cannot figure out how I will ever find myself able to wholly befriend a San Franciscan when they in general walk around in a haze of egocentrism.
After looking over what I’ve written I think the issue at hand is exactly what I moved across the country to solve – my dependency on others. I want to be an adult (yes I’m 24 and still don’t consider myself a grown up) who is able to walk into any situation with the knowledge to act gracefully and rationally. Security in my own skin was something I thought I’d developed during college, but perhaps I was wrong. Living away from everyone I know might just be the final step I need to take in finding that grown up part of me. Maybe.
At any rate, I hope I didn’t bum anyone out with this post. If you’ve got any advice or just want to leave your thoughts definitely leave a comment. Thanks for bearing with me and I promise tomorrow will be much more lighthearted!