Joshua Jenkins

Megan’s working on a thing.

Before you know it we’ll be residents. Thanks for the photo, Jason.

In just over a week I’m abandoning my apartment in Portland, flying to San Francisco, and starting a job I’m incredibly excited about, but not quite able to publicly talk about. A few weeks later I’ll fly back to Portland, pack up my belongings and actually move to San Francisco.

The job, the city, everything is exciting. I’m sad to leave Portland and the amazing people I’ve met here over the past three years. I look forward to being the mayor of San Francisco in the next six to eight months. Your ass is mine, Lee.

Kalani in front of Lichtenstein. Much like Matt and Megan in front of a different Lichtenstein.

It was windy in San Francisco. Dolores Park is one of my favorites.

Russian Hill reminded me a lot of Northwest Portland.

I’d been in a funk for a few months. I lost perspective on a lot of things and got stuck in the grind. Cities are one of my favorite things, so heading to San Francisco for a weekend seemed like a perfect opportunity to regain composure. With Jason’s unrelenting hospitality I was able to float around the city and enjoy myself.

I hadn’t seen the city through the eyes of a local since I visited my Uncle there sometime around fouth grade. The last few times I’d visited had been for business, which were always fun, but rushed trips. This time I got to take a break and smell the Mission. It’s beautiful, the weather was fantastic, I had the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had in my life, and I watched other people not stress out about the crap I stress about all day. It was fantastic.

A superhero probably lives there.

The Blue Angels were in/above town for the weekend. They spent their time setting off car alarms with their obnoxious loudness and scaring the shit out me flying twenty inches or so behind, next to, and probably underneath any building they could get their hands on.

I went to San Francisco last weekend. I took a few photos, most of them are miserable iPhone shots. I will be inundating you with recent memories for the next few posts.

This is Alcatraz. Got it.

Breakfast lunch, also know as (“a.k.a.”) “brunch” with Facebook user Jason Amor in Russian Hill.