New beginning, new complaining…

It’s been one week since I officially moved in.

During this first week,  I have learned a few things about living in the city.  Every girl I know here are obsessed with Yoga, and every other guy I meet is working for a startup in the basement of somewhere.  SF has no shortage of opinionated people, oddball fusion restaurants that just sounds wrong, and an abundance of those who vocalizes about their particular quasi-socially-responsible-and-organic-everything-i-know-alot-about-random-health-foods-and-do-all-kinds-of-weird-shit lifestyles — all saturated in this overinflated of everythingness culture.  Everything is a little bit more extreme here.

It is true, this city is a beautiful city.  I sometimes forget that people travel from faraway lands to come to this place to experience all the lovely California-ness that San Francisco has to offer and represents, but to me, maybe because I am here day-to-day, I no longer stop to smell the roses.  I had no idea how nice it was to have parking spots in Sacramento, and I had absolutely no idea what a stress it is on every day life here trying to find them.  Speaking of which parking, I got my FIRST ticket the first week here.  And it’s $106 dollars.  FML

My least favorite thing other than parking I found about SF is that all the restaurant reviews on Yelp are bullshit.  I really don’t know who the hell is writing all those 5 star reviews, but 2/4 restaurants I visited that were suppose to be amazeballs were absolute shit.  Everything is more expensive here, and if you want “fair” prices, you better be willing to venture into the ghetto or Chinatown for it, because you’re going to pay a 20-40% premium on everything you buy.

To summarize my first week, I thought I’d share an illustration ↓

Finding parking in San Francisco is like trying to swat a fly with your  bare hands.  You might snag one here and there, but most of the time you arrive a places that you thought was for sure it, but it wasn't a spot.

Finding parking in San Francisco is like trying to swat a fly with your bare hands. You might snag one here and there, but most of the time you arrive a places that you thought was for sure it, but it wasn’t a spot.

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