Once upon a time, there was a hobbit who lived in a city full of glass towers. And the hobbit swore to himself that he’d move to San Francisco back in 2005. He just needed to buckle down and get it done. But life happened as it always does, especially when you’ve got plans. He worked a lot and lived the life of a bachelor. Then he discovered food-blogging and created the site you’re reading now. 😉 Occasionally he’d meet someone who he thought might want to share his life, but for one reason or another, that never worked out.
As the saying goes, love finds you when you’re not looking. One rainy spring morning a couple of years ago, B and I met for brunch at Prune. We hit it off almost immediately, then began long-distance dating. We didn’t know where our journey would lead us, but we were determined to find out. Every few months, one of us would fly out to either New York or San Francisco so we could be together.
I suppose I can now reveal that all those trips I took to California were not just so I could see B, but also because I was job-hunting. When a requested transfer to my previous firm’s San Francisco office fell through last September, I accelerated my job search and began looking in earnest. Eventually the right opportunity came along — which I accepted without hesitation — and the rest is history.
You know that old chestnut about leaving your heart in San Francisco? As far as I was concerned, that was art imitating life. I told B earlier this morning “I can’t believe we’re finally together.” Fairy tales occasionally do come true.
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