Here goes another hip, hip foray into the 9-5. Tomorrow, I start my second job at a second startup, but this time the startup is in San Francisco, which clearly means I’m in San Francisco, too. I moved here a month ago today– after a first job in NYC, a ski season in Colorado and then a second backpacking trip through Asia. Though the boppin’ has been thrilling, I’m excited to get into a routine again and head back to being the big, big girl I sometimes am. …Keep in mind the Disney station is playing right now on my Pandora… Anyways, I’d been to SF one time before the move. My best friend went to Berkeley so I made a visit in college. A cute boy was heading this way, so I thought I’d be up for it too. I guess the egregious hills, though, had just completely slipped my mind when I decided to hop coasts. The first few days I was here, I was huffing, puffing, panting and basically fainting to make it up the hills, but four weeks later… well I’m still doing the same, but the appreciation is slowly setting in. I made peace with
