It’s hard to find non gluten-free cookies here in San Francisco. My co-workers are weird. My college friends won’t let me eat their leftovers. My boyfriend’s in New York. I’m lonely and cold. Please send long underwear.
My house doesn’t have heat and it feel like the winter will never end. It’s hard to get up in the morning because the world feels like ice and my nose and heart are cold, and we already ate the good snacks at work and the next Costco shipment isn’t for weeks. I don’t want to buy a space heater because I’m afraid it’ll blow out the fuses in my room. Please send long underwear. Also, if you have a vacuum cleaner you don’t really want, you could send that along too.
A co-worker mentioned to me that San Franciscans seem to be more friendly, less judgmental, and happier than the people of New York City. I’m not sure if that means anything to you, considering neither of us are from New York or have spent significant amounts of time there, but I thought that if maybe you’re talking to one of your friends who wants to know what San Francisco is like and has spent a lot of time in New York, that might be something you could say to them. You could also tell them that it’s really cold here.
My two thin jackets aren’t enough to keep the mild cold from sinking into my body and making a fool out of this girl that went to school in Boston. My friends make fun of me and I feel silly complaining about the chilliness. I wrote a blog post about this already, but I’m not sure you knew how much this affects my life.
If this goes on for much longer, I’m going to go on a long underwear buying spree that’s certain to end poorly. I’m looking forward to seeing you in April, and to receiving long underwear from you.
Love always,
Emily
I’m a So Cal girl and when I visit my brother in SF, he reminds me of a quote from Mark Twain; “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer day in San Francisco.”
It’s too true! And sad…
I can’t really say why, but this is one of my favorite posts read in awhile. Your writing style here is lovely. It flows so smoothly, I could almost hear your actual voice saying the words instead of me reading them – well, an imagined voice anyway. I share your pain with “gluten-free” seeming to be everywhere. If you don’t like that in SF, don’t head up to the Mendocino coast because it truly is everywhere. But then again, do head up there because there is no coastline more beautiful. Anyway, I hope to read more great posts like this!
And I hope to write many more wonderful posts like it. I’d love to go to Mendocino, but I’ll bring my own cookies.
Great, love it!
“Hello muddah, hello Faddha”. I had Camp Granada running thru my head the whole time reading this post 😉
I haven’t heard that song in so long…..just enjoyed listening to it.
ha ha ha ha…………….this is one of the wonderful blogs I have read so far. I loved it. Full of humor. I wanted to write a reply to this message casting myself as your mom. But, I thought it might be rude if I do so, in case if this blog is your serious message to your mom. 😉 Thanks for sharing.
You’ll have to take up that proposition with her….
Hang in Em, Spring is coming and yeah on the second thought you might need long johns until May or early June. You’ll survive. You’re strong.
For what it’s worth, Mark Twain said that the coldest winter he ever experienced was a summer in San Francisco.
I know he’s a humorist, but he was definitely not kidding when he said that.
And yet, it’ll also have some of the warmest winters. I only live 35 miles away, but it’ll be 30 here and 55 when I get to GGP. Likewise, it was near 80 here yesterday, but not even 60 in the park.
onesies – thats the way to go