Starting New Life after Tripping over Serious Decisions

…or maybe not so new, not so serious

Second year into San Francisco, the city I love (maybe) and I hate (maybe, but more likely). So, this is me, never sure about anything (as you see, maybe) and still decided to live in SF.

So, a little bit of a background. I moved into the Bay Area last spring because of a new job I got here. Well, that, or because my boyfriend back then moved here, so I followed him across the country. Since then, California hasn’t been treating me nicely. I managed to lose my wallet and my phone the first week (lesson learned: no matter how closely you keep an eye on your stuff in a bar, they still get stolen), got dumped and kicked out of the apartment two months in (lesson learned: don’t try to fix too many things at the same time), eventually got my ID replaced just to lose it again (don’t stay up late so you won’t sleep too deeply on the commute), got a new phone just to break it (don’t put your phone in your back pocket. A lot of things could happen), bed bugs (travelers, check your hostels’ beds!), and got dumped again after seeing a guy for six months (don’t ever make excuses for guys, they really are just jerks). Phew, life! I learned a lot of things the hard way.

To be fair, what I went through wasn’t that miserable. At least I have a job, and a few friends that I could hang out with if I get lonely (which I seldom do, I suppose). The commute to South Bay is pretty brutal every day, but you know, you get used to it.

But then, when everything bad happened all together — my life was shattered. Well, maybe not my life, but I was. And the destiny threw out something interesting at me. Is it an opportunity? Or is it temptation in disguise? A shiny job offer from a shiny startup in the city! I could get rid of the commute, move to a better and cheaper apartment (I love old buildings!), and work on something new and exciting!

Well, that decision making process turned out to be a hassle and stopped my life for a month, all because of my indecisiveness. I rethink (pronounced regret) my decision every day since but well, here I am, still in the city, still commuting every (freaking) day. Lesson learned? Be honest to myself. And try to be sure about stuff. When you can’t decide between two options, just do the third one.

So, new life (hooray!)— without anything really new about it (sigh). I guess, put myself together again and keep moving, and there will always be something new out there waiting.