Fall in love with a city and live there

Can´t see this happening any time soon.

The problem with this goal is that I tend to appreciate cities in retrospect. When I’m actually in a city, I don’t consciously think about loving it – I live here; it is, and I am. I think a more accurate description of what usually happens (at least in my case) is not falling in love with a city and living there but rather living in a city and falling in love with it.

I used to think I’d love to live in San Francisco, but now that I’ve moved to the East Bay, I’m having more trouble adjusting than I would’ve expected. On the surface, everything is great, but it just doesn’t feel like home yet. So I guess I thought I loved this city, but now I’m realizing that love, whether for a person or a place, is more of a process than an absolute or a given. I think I’ll love this city eventually, but right now I’m still learning this city – and not to mention learning myself.

...with NYC a long time ago and have been madly in love with it ever since. I guess I kinda cheated because I celebrated my first birthday here and haven’t left since.

I used to think that I wanted to move out and I have visited many cities that I wouldn’t mind living in for a year or two, but my heart belongs to the NYC and I’ll forever be madly in love with this city that never sleeps.

I mean, there’s no place like it. Period.

A few years ago, I left everything behind and setteled in this beautiful small island of Greece.

Normally other things determine where you end up. You seldom have the luxury to just choose the town you love. There is work, friends, family, lovers, partner etc,, and as long as you dont feel to abandon them all at once, you can not just move. I moved and changed city a couple of times,, and its inspiring but also tough in some ways. It is easy to miss old habits. Anyway,, I like to dream that I one day will be able to move to that perfect town that really has it all. Seaside, atmosphere, old, new, restuarants and cafes, originality, beauty, kindness…....

Victoria BC, can’t wait until i can move back there

I remember exactly when I began dreaming of San Francisco. I was applying to colleges during my senior year of high school, and I would listen to various California-themed songs while convincing myself that all my problems would go away if I got out of my hometown.

When I got the opportunity go to SF after my college graduation, I thought that surely it was “fate.” I mean, I didn’t even plan this—it just fell in my lap. So I went there. Found an apartment. Was ecstatic that my high hopes about the city didn’t disappoint me.

And then I turned chicken shit. And am now staying home…just for the year… But, to give me a little credit, it wasn’t San Fran itself that held me back, but because I would’ve hated the job that I was taking. I’m still trying to decide if the move I made (or didn’t make) was extremely wise or extremely stupid.

Oh does my heart pine for her.

Going through a hideous time right now and it would be so easy to pack it all in and go back to the USA. I’m not going to, though.