So, two weeks ago today, I found myself arriving in San Francisco, from Chicago. Nothing prompted the move, it was just “what’s next.” Things were pretty comfortable in Chicago—solid, established enough work-wise, a great apartment, the best backyard (until you show me otherwise) in Logan Square (one of Chicago’s finest and most up-and-coming neighborhoods)—but I couldn’t stay. And the recurring question seems to be “why move?”, “what’s the reason”, and I absolutely cannot give an answer. To me, in my head, I like to keep to the analogy of riding a bike—you can’t keep your balance standing still, you have to move forward—and as comfortable as Chicago was, to me it would have been standing still.
So, here I am, living in the Mission, two weeks in, after two weeks notice to move (staying thru July would have been ideal, but I wanted to work with my landlords, who are great people). It was a bit of trial by fire—not knowing where was next, not knowing for sure my place was rented, the drive out towing 2,000 lbs, no A/C in a heatwave, and a cat bordering on heatstroke—but I’m here. I made it. My car survived. My cat survived. And I couldn’t be happier to be moving on … to whatever’s next.
And anyone in the bay area who’s interested in collaborating on some projects, or looking for any print/packaging/web design or front-end development, hit me up! I’m out to create some great work with some great folks, so get in touch.