There was a time I thought I wanted to live in San Francisco. That time is long passed. We go there for AGU most years, and while I like a few days there, that is now plenty for me. There is a permeating hipster douchebag air that I just can’t shake from when I land at SFO until I leave. Even if the cost of living was identical to where I am (I’m sure my current house is many times what I could afford if it was in SF), I just no longer have a desire to be there. I feel more out of place there than anywhere. In the immortal words of Will Ferrell from Zoolander, when I’m there “I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.” The things that pass for sanity there boggle my mind.
I’m glad some of you love it. You are welcome to it. There’s another dream down the tubes.