Frisco kid?

Yesterday, if in 5 months I'm working and living in San Francisco, will be known as "d-day". D'day I casually mentioned to Scott that we should visit SF for a weekend so he can check out Presidio to make sure he likes it there. Then when we got home, we looked online at what we could get in what neighborhoods for $1500/m. And it is snowballing. I'm looking at job postings in SF, we're both emailing friends that live up there to get more "insider" info about this beautifully foreign city. AND ALL OF THIS ONE WEEK AFTER I APPLIED FOR A JOB IN MINNEAPOLIS.

It bums me out a little. I was secretly really happy with the idea of moving back home, to a place where life is just easier. Granted, it would be colder and significantly more boring. But at what point will I sacrifice having truly meaningful friendships with people to stay in a place like Los Angeles, or as I like to call it Los Diablos. Ain't no angels in this city.

I must admit, that before even having Minneapolis in my head as a place I'd like to move, SF was up there on my list. I want 4 seasons, I like that they have a great public trans and that you can meet people with brains that aren't just to fill the gap.

Only time and a short weekend trip to Frisco can tell.

Peace and love,