I'm never fully satisfied with where I'm living. When I'm there, I want to be here. When I'm here, I want to be there. Why's the grass always gotta look so much greener?
I've been to 6 out of 7 continents and have always dreamt of California, but somehow it's just never happened. So now, I'm doing it. Solo. What should I do there?
SF transit is an adventure in the smell of other humans and getting left behind at stations by half-empty buses for no apparent reason. To combat that, lots of innovators have launched alternative-transit apps -- and I kind of hate most of them.
I grew up learning that the only way to deal with bullies is to ignore them, the sort of I'm-rubber-you're-glue rhetoric that conflict-avoiders love. To acknowledge a fear of catcalling strangers, even among friends, feels a bit like letting the bullies win.