This weekend that passed, I hopped over to San Francisco to spend Thanksgiving with my brother. After he moved out there, I joked how I would never come and visit (but I guess it turns out I lied).
Not that I hate California, I think I find it too typical when people boast about how they want to move to California. Moving to Cali is not an original idea and I’ve heard that goal from multiple people. I can’t help but kinda scoff every time I hear someone say it, but when my younger brother told me he was moving there, I thought, “ugh, not you too”. There are 49 other states – why that one? That question really goes to everyone. Maybe it’s the New Yorker in me wondering why he’d leave such a city that has everything he needs here. But then I think to myself, after leaving Portland, I fell victim to the east coast versus west coast rivalry. Being an east coast gal, I much prefer my coast.
Anywho, I started off the trip with a smidge of a stuck up attitude – not intentionally. But I snapped myself out of it because I obviously wanted to have a good time, especially with my brother. It was only the two of us spending Thanksgiving together from my whole family, so I didn’t wanna make things sour.