Well, I took a plunge, I moved most of my life out of my apartment in the Haight, and into my car.
Go with me here, I really did this so I could crystalize some new dreams… build an against the odds sort of mentality that I will find, that sweet apartment just for me.
Yeah, I know, really odd that I moved some of my belongings into my car to gain this mentality – yes – but in fact, I’m actually kind of just going between my parent’s homes in San Jose and my apartment/family’s home in San Francisco to juggle my two part-time jobs for the summer.
So not technically, “homeless”…but basically.
Let’s say, I’ll be “backpacking” of sorts (with my car as my backpack), not physically carrying around a huge backpack, where I pull out a little bit of resources when I “set up camp”… but my resources will be stored in my car, and I will bring out my Burton tote with my work supplies, toiletries, and outfit for the next work day when I go to a house to crash. So kinda similar? Maybe not… but during this summer while I juggle the two jobs, I’ll spend plenty of time with my family and friends around the Bay Area – yay!!
So as I find a new approach to combat the housing crisis, in my hunt for a new ideal living space, I’ll smell the roses and catch up with some good ol’ friends and the fam bam.
Goodbye beautiful, adorable, cute, little apartment in the Haight! My inner hippie/wish I was alive in the 60’s/thrift store&shopping addict will deeply miss you.
I just arrived back into San Francisco after a two day shred session in Northern California’s Lake Tahoe. My two roommates and I made the trek on Sunday night safely through a small storm – arrived in King’s Beach and met up with old friends. Monday morning we awoke late (due to having too much fun with friends, new and old, the night before) to incredibly poor visibility from the storm. As the local’s say, “it was dumping” and this was great! For some, this is a nerve racking scenario; one might need chains, the freeways are closed, you can’t see anything, etc. But for my friend we stayed with and myself this is the ideal time to shred. He introduced me to as many locals as possible once we were up on the mountain, which ensured I’d progress.
My friend has been a local in Lake Tahoe for over five years and knows the ins and outs of the mountain and community/culture within this small snowboarding network. I was incredibly thrilled he invited me up to the mountain for this storm so I could improve in my riding. I’m a city girl and well aware of the fact that there is a bit of cultural snubbing from the locals when you’re on the mountain. It’s nothing in comparison to turf fighting that happens in surfing; but I still prefer to only ride with well known locals.
So, a group of about eight guys and myself rode through trees making quick and technical movements, carved through tight trails, and flew off a few boulders (cliff jumps) to catch some 6-10 feet of air. I was beyond satisfied with what seemed like the shortest two days of my life. I didn’t have the opportunity to ride my board last season, and since this sport has been a vital aspect of my identity since I was a little girl, I’d been dying to get out and shred.
The locals we rode with were some of the nicest, down to earth, gnarly riders I’ve ever met. A great riding crew pushes you to preform to your best. You’ll always improve your technique, learn new tricks, and understand the sport better when you have the chance to ride with a dope crew. I love this type of support and the best aspect is all the fun everyone has, by the end of the day, is it’s savored over beers nestled in a beautiful snowy mountain town.
The neon pink jacket is a crucial part of my gear; I can be easily spotted in blizzard visibility or if I’m separated from the crew – but also it just says, “look at me, I’m a girl and I can kill it!” I love hitting sharp tree turns, steep carving sessions, and jumps all along the mountain to show how much air I can fly through. Riding through a storm is a heaven on earth experience for me.