Back in SF...

Once I got back to my city by the bay, I was back in love. Suddenly, it didn't seem nearly as cold as when I'd left just two weeks prior. And everything was beautiful again: the crowds, the pretense, the grime. It was awesome.

I met with the website people in Oakland, who were all very genuine and nice and excited to have me help them launch their site. The publisher also offered me double the pay he had previously, which still wasn't great but would at least allow me to pay my rent. But I would definitely need to get a second job... perhaps in leather fetish wear? Yeah...

Oh, and then I got a call from PS. The Desert Sun wanted to offer me a full-time position in their newsroom. I would write for their food and dining sections, arts and entertainment, and various other general assignments, as well as a blog and online video segments. And it paid more than twice that of the website gig. It was the kind of job I'd been hoping for on the mainland--I was just kind of hoping it was going to be in San Francisco.

I mean, yes, it was my goal to come over here to write--to get more exposure and experience... and pay. But it was also my goal to live in San Francisco--a city with resources and endless inspiration. Then again, it's a city that has proven to be much harder than I imagined to get started in. But now, with my newfound "faith," perhaps I simply need to give it more time? But does that mean I should pass up an opportunity just because it's not in SF?

I was stumped. I told the editor I needed to think about it.

And then I promptly met with my buddy Jeff and we talked it out, over PBRs and shots of Jamesons at the Amber...