Lately I've been coming home every day after 10pm even when I get into the office at 8 in the morning. This might not seem like a big deal to a lot of people, but I'm a homebody. Yes, I have wanderlust pulsing through my veins but no matter where I go, I want to feel at home.
These past two months working at Airbnb have offered an entirely new perspective of San Francisco. I've been squished sardine-style at an Irish pub, gone to the SF Ballet, practiced yoga on the roof, and just tonight-- headed to an '80s theme night at a club. (And this list is by no means comprehensive.) So much is happening and I'm
But I couldn't be happier to call San Francisco my home city.