I love the bay area - by Ava - bookbear express

This is inspired by Sasha’s post; I am friends with Sasha and I love his Substack; you should subscribe to his Substack. We just disagree on this point, and that’s okay! I first started living in San Francisco during the summer of 2015, age 18. It feels wild that it’s been a decade. During that summer, I lived with a guy named Iain in an apartment on 11th and Mission; our friend Lucy came over all of the time and we were a trio. I had a meager allowance but there were about six intern happy hours happening all over the city so I didn’t have to spend a lot of money on food. I haven’t always been faithful to the Bay Area. After that summer, I went back to school, and soon after dropped out; had tons of visa issues and went back to Canada, hung out in Hong Kong and Tokyo and Seoul and Kiev and Budapest. During the pandemic, I moved to Utah for a year and New York for a year and Montana for a summer. But I always came back. Recently a friend pointed out that there was literally nothing sto

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