25 Things I wish I knew before moving to San Francisco

Building Customer Driven SaaS Products | Jason Evanish

I moved to San Francisco 9 months ago from the East Coast bastion of Boston. Despite having experience living in a major US city, I found quite a few surprises coming here.  Some have been great, while others not so much.

If you’re planning the move here, I hope this will help you know better what to expect. And if you already live in SF, this should give you a laugh or two and hopefully inspire you to leave a comment with anything I missed. Consider this the guide I wish someone had given me when I moved here.

It gets cold at 4pm.

On the east coast I got used to it staying warm on a nice day til 10pm. If it was 70 degrees in the morning, you could rest assured that the temperature would be about 70 when you left work that night.  That is not the…

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So they have a write-in session at the library. A skinny classic-style girl, Georgie, was working there as a tutor. She tutored me two times and I liked her. There were free pizzas and I grabbed a slice; when I saw her carrying a trash can around I said:” Thank you!” in a low voice and smiled. She didn’t seem to have any reaction. As I walk past her I made an awkward face to myself thinking that what are you doing she probably thought you are weird. But as I turned back she laughed and said:”you are so adorable I wasn’t doing anything and you thanked me.”

Then when I was having the pizza, Chase walked by and told me he wrote about godzilla and said “but you are from china, right?” sounded like someone attempted to tell something funny. I was left clueless both by his words and his cuteness.

Another thing to celebrate, got an A- for my argumentative analysis of Singer’s Solution to World Poverty.







Happiness of the day

In today’s writing 1 class, after someone asked the professor “How are you?”, a blonde girl sitting 2 seats next to me asked “did you change your hair color?”. Intuitively I turned my head and looked at the professor with confusion, and then I turned back to realize that she was talking to me, that blonde preppy east-coast girl I’ve had my eyes on. There was an almost blushed look on her face and I turned my eyes to my hair and said “yes” with a shy smile. “It looks nice.” She smiled back.

This literally made my day.