I have wanted to live in San Francisco since I was 10, and February marks my 13th year here. For most of this time, I've been living the dream I created through so much hard work. I love living here, and the community I've built over the past 13 years. I love the fog in the summer and the sunshine when everyone else is snowed in. I love my proximity to a national park and lots of amazing city ones. I love the beach, even if the water is too cold for swimming. I love my job and my friends and my neighborhood. I love that I can walk everywhere, that I can (finally!) easily navigate the city, and that I often run into friends when I'm out and about. I am rooted here, and I like it.
three times the national average. And I'm appalled at our public transit system, which continues to crumble despite both ridership and fare increases.
I did some research on a potential move: if I were to leave my current place (which I love!), I'd have to pay about twice as much as my current rent. If I were to leave the city entirely, I'd still have to pay more than I do now. Adding transit and toll costs to that, in addition to extra commuting time, would dig me further into the budget hole I'm trying to climb out of.
So then I looked at options for renting with roommates. And those options are also more expensive than my current rent, and come with a whole host of hassles I don't want.
And then I bit the bullet and started poking around job and rental sites in other cities. But, well, eh. Nothing looks as alluring or as welcoming as where I am right now. And I'd be committing career suicide by leaving just as things are starting to take off. And I don't want to make new friends and find new biking routes and go through all the stress and trauma of starting over.