It’s been almost eight months since I moved from the heart of San Francisco into it’s soul, and it’s finally feeling like home. I’m not looking back.
Jslow and I both made big moves last year: hers much more dramatic, as she crossed the country, with kids, from her Brooklyn brownstone to land in a sleek Mid-Century pad tucked high in the hills of Pacific Palisades. My move, mild in comparison, took me from Nob Hill to Golden Gate Heights, a neighborhood so un-trendy no one has ever heard of it, least of all the techies and tourists I fled.
I panicked at first. Suffered huge buyers’ remorse and depression. I felt isolated, overwhelmed, under financial pressure, confused as to why I was so unhappy and uncomfortable when anyone asked how I liked the new house because I couldn’t fake “I love it!” Worst of all, I felt like a stranger in my home because I was.
I’m sliding into home, and that makes me incredibly happy. I’m going backless, not back. I don’t want to buckle you, fasten you, tie you, strap you or struggle in anyway to get you on my foot. I’m done struggling for now. Hooray!
Oh, and one of my favorite things about slides becoming the big spring sandal? Fewer flip-flops slapping the streets of San Francisco. Now that’s a good move.
1: MSGM slides, Shoescribe.com. 2: Birkenstock “Arizona”, Birkenstock.com. 3: Rick Owens slides, Shoescribe.com. 4: Adidas mi-adilette custom slides, Adidas.com. 5: Chloe slides, Shoescribe.com. 6: Asos Fracture slides, Asos.com. 7: No 21 lace slides, Farfetch.com. 8: Isabel Marant Holden slides, Forwardforward.com.