By Danny Sellers
If this is too deep for the intro, I’m sure I’ll find another use. Today, December 30th marks my one year in San Francisco, California. (FYI, life comes at you fast). I moved to San Francisco from Charlotte North Carolina. I had only been to the state of California one time before in my whole life, By way of LA.
I was (pick one: crazy, fearless, stupid, confident) enough to accept a job in the most expensive city in America with little to no money AND knowing nobody in the city. The Coldest Summer Ever is a series I wanted to write about my experience in the Golden State.
I booked my one way ticket and never looked back. I don’t think I really understood what I was doing until I got on the plane and had to put my tray table back up because we were preparing to land. As I sat in my economy seat, knees cramped I had a rush of emotions. So much so that I had to write them down before I mentally vomited. I forgot I wrote this stream of consciousness down until a few weeks ago when I was going through my phone. I’m happy I did and wanted to share with you all a raw but cool moment.
(Attached is the unedited screenshot so you know I’m not bullshitting.)
Look out for the next installment of The Coldest Summer in San Francisco. Til next time.
Photo Credit: Danny Sellers