San Francisco has been very good to me.

Hi! I’ve been offered a job in Portland. I’m going to take it, and I’m really excited about it. It’s just about ideal. It’s with a small web development company that will be able to offer me the mentorship I need to continue learning and whatnot.

I have a weird twisty feeling in my stomach that tells me I want to stay where I am in San Francisco, that I don’t want to let go of what I’ve found and built here. I also have a floating sensation in my chest that tells me I want to travel and explore. I have mixed feelings, but I’m confident this is right for me, for now. Portland is so sweet.

I’ve talked a lot to anyone who’ll listen about San Francisco’s problems over the past couple years. Things along the lines of how it’s a frustratingly overpriced, gentrified island of privilege (from which I have very much benefitted). I could, and have, gone on for a long time about this. I like to complain about the grody tech culture in particular. And SoMa. And tourists on rented bikes.

But I need to qualify all this. San Francisco has been very good to me. I’ve met amazing, inspiring people here. I’ve rediscovered old friends and made many new ones. I’ve been able to seek out a career which pleases me. At this point, thanks in part to my the patience and generosity of my parents, I think I’ve found one.

Not that it’s been easy, and not that I’ve been perfect; I’ve worked very hard, and I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I’ve pushed people away, I have acted badly; on occasion been selfish, jealous, and petty. But I am proud of who I am and what I’ve done.

I totally lucked out and found an amazing apartment when I first came to San Francisco, one where my flatmates became my closest friends through breakups, fights, chore charts, and completely unplanned trips out of state at midnight. I don’t know what it would have been like without them. Probably a lot less cool.

There are too many people who have helped me and shown me kindness over the past couple years to name, but I’m going to try. I struggled with whether I was going to name names, but I think it’s worth it. I’m sorry if I missed you. I’m trying to be exhaustive here, but I really hope it doesn’t dilute what I mean to say, in the end: Thank you. I love you.

In no strict order, are people who have shown me kindness in the past year and a half.

My mother Rebecca, my father Osvaldo, my brothers Alex and Benjamin, my stepfather Francis, my stepmother Isabelle, and my (practically) sister-in-law Melissa.

My friends Everest (and his family Forrest, Christine, and John), James, Chloi, Zephyr, Stewart, Jose, Jaynik, Janae, Emily, Anna, Elena, Helen, Silas, Jennifer, Carissa, Ted, Erin, Nadia, Allysia, Edison, Patrick, Drew, Tristan, and Kara.

My flatmates, best friends, and safety net, Evan and Dave.

My co-workers Taraka, Pamela, Sonia, Vicky, Becky, Ashley, Erik, and Hunter.

My teachers Derek, Jordan, Josh, Sherif, Masha, Topher, and Brick.

My peers at Dev Bootcamp, especially Kevin X., Stephen C., Peter, Sean, Alfredo, Phil, Valerie, Devin, Paul, Gaille, and Mark P.

Thank you all for being part of my life. I’m so excited to see what comes next! Maybe a Subaru.

By the way, if you know someone looking to rent a really, really cool room in the best part of San Francisco (i.e. the Outer Sunset), feel free to let me know. I know a guy.

Edits and caveats, after the fact:

1. Not that Portland, which at 75% caucasian is the whitest major city in the United States, isn’t an “island of privilege”.

2. I’m also, obviously looking for a place in Portland. Let me know if you know about that, too.


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2 responses to “San Francisco has been very good to me.

  1. CJ

    Awwww, Bay Area will miss you, Vincent!

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