Magic

I’ve been thinking about how strange the universe works, and how powerful the mind is when you feed it positive energy. Upon reviewing some recent journal entries, I found one that is just too amazing not to think twice about. I wrote it while I was in Caffe Trieste, in North Beach, feeling very low. I had just quit my job because I wanted to move to San Francisco. (Also because I had a dream that told me to do so or that I would never achieve such goal.) After quitting, I called up a family friend. She said, “Yes, I am driving up to the bay but we have to leave Wednesday and stay for one week. I can’t do otherwise.” Of course I’ll take that ride! It was the exact day after my work ended. Perfect. So I took the chance to go to San Francisco for a week, on a whim, because I had nothing to lose. I had only to gain a house and a job and any other experiences awaiting me. I get to the city and by day two I’m feeling down. Every single person I talked to said, “Yeah, you’re two years too late. There was abundant housing then. Now it’s all overrun by start-up tech guys.” I had been sending emails to ads on craigslist like crazy, only to get responses from complete scams. Perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be. That’s what led me to be sitting in Caffe Trieste, day two, completely defeated.
And this is what I wrote:

Sitting in Trieste in a daze caused by lack of sleep. How did San Francisco—living the dream—drift so far away? It feels nearly impossible right now, this second, for me to ever be able to move here when I want, where I want, and do a job that I want. But anything is possible, right? I can achieve nearly anything that I want…When I was around 16 I wanted to go to Portland, OR, so I did. In my head everything is logical and seems easy to achieve. If I want it, I go get it. But now this conundrum with San Francisco is giving me a headache. I am getting closer. Quit my job. Feel more confident that things will work out. But how?? I can’t stand the wait. How do people make it work? I can’t help but think of my friend, “Just work hard and everything works out.” His philosophy is partially true. But really, I need a stroke of luck to go with it. Please. I am waiting.

Moments after this entry I wandered the town, thinking, my feet will take me to where I need to be. And sure enough, they did. I ended up walking into a museum/library where they were showcasing a donation-based exhibit on the history of the Golden Gate bridge. Falling completely in love with this museum, I purchased a post-card and asked about volunteer opportunities. Once I explained how I was determined to move to the city one woman said, Well, do you need a job? We just got an opening. And that’s where it all started. My negative feelings have since vanished. I can only accept what the wind brings me and where my mind leads me. The other day I was sitting in Dolores Park, telling a friend how determined I was to find some kind of job, preferably one that I enjoy. That very second the wind blew a fortune to my feet. It read You will soon have the opportunity to improve your finances. And then The Crying of Lot 49 came into my head. Is this coincidence or fate?

Going Places

I've been slacking lately on keeping up this blog. But, I have the greatest excuse of relocating to a much better city than where I previously resided. So, now that I've settled into things I shall recommence!

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Draw a Line

If you are going to try all of the hot spots in San Francisco, you are going to have to wait in line. It's unavoidable. If you want to check out the more 'obscure' foodie destinations, you're still going to have to wait. But if you want something totally off the map that doesn't guarantee a good time, you won't have to wait. You'll then realize why everyone else was waiting in line. Here's an idea: go to the city without any places in mind to eat. Walk around and eye the places with rows of people out the door. Then come back during its downtime or with a reservation.


After waiting an hour and a half for Dim Sum in China Town on Sunday morning, an extra 15 minutes for coffee was a breeze. Pictured above: Blue Bottle coffee outside of the Ferry Building.

Promise Land--Part 1

What is it?? It's the start of my San Francisco adventure photo story!!!

Pictured above is the line for ice cream at Humphry Slocombe on a hot, hot day in the Mission district, San Francisco, California, April 21, 2012.

Here's what they offer:

Red-hot banana with Secret Breakfast (= whiskey and cornflakes)

And this is why the city is magical:

(The photo above was take outside of the San Francisco Community Music Center.)

Homecoming

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Fantastic weekend <3

Lovely

1.

charmingly or exquisitely beautiful: a lovely flower.

2.

having a beauty that appeals to the heart or mind as well as to the eye, as a person or a face.

3.

delightful; highly pleasing: to have a lovely time.

4.

of a great moral or spiritual beauty: a lovely character.

(Photo via Fieldguided) 

Desire

Polkadots, in the rain, in April.

To The Forests!

I think it's time for a roadtrip.

(Photos via A Restless Transplant)

Summer Yet?

1. Lemonade, pink, must have matching straws and jars to sip out of.

2. Jam jar string lights = outdoors all the time

3. Hammock in the forest with books

4. Knife In The Water

5. What more could you want?

Greenery

Miss Moss' photo stream of Kajico couldn't be lovelier.