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I'm pretty sure it's impossible to turn heads in San Francisco.  Men dress in drag so tight you can see their ribs compressing. Homeless men and women scream at the imaginary people in front of them--sometimes so convincing I hope they have a Blue Tooth in their ear. There is no such thing as an extreme outfit.  I went shopping today downtown... and I realized after hours of shopping that I may have been the only person in the store wearing flared jeans and sneakers.  That's when it occurred to me that I might have been the person sticking out.  Tourist.  I'm looking at a jewelry rack thinking if I don't want a ring heavier and larger than my hand, my only option is a man's wedding band.  The more I think about it, the more I realize that my lack of flats, leggings, and clunky jewelry has me screaming 2005. Which doesn't sound very outdated... but it is.  This isn't my proclamation for change either... I didn't turn around and buy the $60 sweater that's already has that trendy moth-eaten look.  I'll stay in my high school time capsule.

Also, the Forever 21 and the H&M in San Fran have maternity sections.  There's a joke somewhere in there about being a mother and dressing like a young adult... Completely irrelevant, yes, but entirely worth mentioning nonetheless.

First Post from the West Coast!

It's been three days since I landed in San Francisco.  I had never been to California and really had no idea what to expect.  I still don't really know what to expect... I spent the first few days just exploring.  Tomorrow Aaron (abiding by my code-name promise) and I are spending almost the entire day apartment hunting all over the city.  We have about ten places lined up and I can't help but have really high hopes that we're going to find a place. To be honest, I have high hopes that we're going to find an insanely affordable all-inclusive newly remodeled two bedroom in the center of the city that's big enough to start hosting dance classes but.. I'm not very realistic.  Right now we're staying in a room within a family's home and don't have much personal space. 

It's nerve-racking and maybe in some people's opinions plain stupid to commit to an apartment without a job.  But it's kind of a chicken and the egg dilemma; it's hard to find a job without a space to spread out, too.  So I'm taking the risk and hoping one will closely follow the other.  I have an interview Monday at a high-end seafood restaurant-- I know I didn't move across the country for a waitress job, but it's a start--so... fingers crossed!  This would be a far more interesting post if I had pictures to accompany it but... the camera was one of the casualties in the stolen purse trauma, so blame the Dorchester thief for that downfall.  

I'll have way better, way more exciting news next time...