I’m sweating bullets because I just decided to climb a freakishly steep hill in San Fran along Hyde Street.
So now I’m lost somewhere on Nob Hill drinking expensive iced coffee and jacking an electrical outlet.
Sweet Jesus, I like San Francisco. I think I like it a lot. Except I was hoping to find a cozy cafe to hole up for an hour or two and write, at least I have coffee. And multiple free samples from Ghirardelli (like I’d climb a hill without pumping my body full of free chocolate!).
I meet with both of my accepted Masters programs tomorrow and am getting a beer with my super nice Couchsurfing host named Paul, who lives in splendor along the Embarcadero and is hella cool. Other than that, I just have plans to wander… the Haight is definitely on my list. Guess I can scratch off all the Wharfs and Nob Hill.
Oh my god. It just hit me that, come August, I’m going to be living here.