Not long ago, I packed my bags, said goodbye to Baton Rouge as I headed off to NYC. I fell in love with the city and I knew from the second I stepped off the plane that I was where I was meant to be. No question.
After about 2 months in the city, I received the call from a former employer with an amazing job offer. The only problem is that it's 2,905.5 miles away...in San Francisco. After much deliberation, I decided that the best thing to do at this point in my life was to move. I came to the conclusion that NYC isn't going anywhere and I can always come back if SF doesn't work out.
Regardless, my bags are once again packed and ready to go. My oh my.
SF is my favirite place on earth. Hope you love it. Good luck to you!
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