A year in California: Reflection time

So about that regular blogging schedule… Oops! Summer months flew by like they didn’t even happen.

Of course, they did happen. But, you see, what had happened was… Alright, I know, excuses, excuses, excuses. I’m sorry!

The truth is, as my previous post suggested, I fell in love hard with the Bay Area and California. And I spent the summer, well… enjoying every minute of it. (Click here to skip to my July 2016 diary entry from my time covering Chicago violence.)

I drove down to Los Angeles twice in my trusty bright blue Toyota Rav4, named Mochi.

Falling in love, Bay to Breaker-style

We humans have a nasty habit of not being grateful for what we have. We can forget where we are, always looking ahead and thinking about the next thing that we desire.

Hi there, it’s been over a month since I last posted. Sorry about that.

I’ve been focusing a lot of my time on a screenwriting class. Ever since I was in high school, I’ve thought about screenwriting. I didn’t have enough guts to go to film school. So it’s a trip to actually be able to learn and do a thing I’ve spent so much time just thinking about.…

Recreating ‘Pretty Woman’ opera scene

In a previous post I wrote about how unfortunately far San Francisco is from where I live in the Bay Area. On a good day it takes me about an hour to reach the southernmost tip of the city. So I don’t treat myself to many trips.

But when my mom was in town over Thanksgiving a few months ago, I shifted to a different mode — the mode I get into when anyone I love visits me. All of the sudden, I become this delirious tour guide, taking my guests anywhere and everywhere around me.…

Carving out time for San Francisco

Moving and entering a new environment always comes with its drawbacks, even when you move to somewhere almost entirely objectively awesome like California.

I’ve lived in Chicago for about five years before moving to the Bay Area about four months ago. Right now it’s February – the coldest time of the year in the Midwest. So I am thankful I’m in a warmer climate, away from the bone-chilling polar vorteces and snowamageddons.

But I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss some things about living in Chi-Town.

I think most of the time the world is divided into people who love big cities and those who hate them.