I've been in San Francisco for less than three days. I'd been anxious about moving, but as soon as I drove out of the desert into the the pretty hills near Bakersfield, I was ecstatic with pleasure. It's been a whirlwind couple of days looking at apartments and forcefully breaking in my new orthopedic clogs.
Before I left Randy made me a map of many internet cafes and libraries in town so I could stay in touch with prospective roommates, and it's been as useful as the map he also loaned me. I've had a lot of time to burn exploring, and it's focused my wandering by giving me destinations to wander to.
Robin met me for lunch today. It's always hard to get on Robin's schedule so we hadn't had that much time to hang out in the past, but today, we ate, chatted, shopped, and met people for hours. The sun came out and it got warm. We found (what I think is) the French patisserie that Aaron recommended. He didn't tell me there was a devastatingly cute boy working there who would be so taken with our smiles to give us an extra raspberry-almond croissant. Sitting at the bus stop just to eat our pastries, we met an older lady who wouldn't accept the croissant but loved hearing our stories of shopping, work, and boys, and gave us every encouragement to keep on being who we were. Then we met a guy who worked at a sneaker store who invited us in and told us stories - Robin will tell it better because she took pictures. Later, solo, I had an apartment-hunting adventure that had me hiking streets and crooked back stairways up and up Bernal hill to where I could see all the way across the city and to the East Bay too.
I can't believe it, but every minute I've spent here has made me glad that it's my new home.