It’s been many years since I have visited this amazing city, and I’ve been looking for an excuse to go back. This summer I will finally get that chance, albeit for only one night. While San Francisco has its share of problems, no doubt, it’s the kind of place where I would love to live.
Ideally, our apartment would be located within short walking distance of the Fisherman’s Wharf Few times per week I would stop by Boudin Bakery to get some sourdough bread, a local specialty. On the weekends we would go for a drive and find a spot with this type of view:
Naturally, being based in California, we would have to go to Hawaii at least once a year, right? That’s where Singapore program would come in handy, since it partners with United (SFO is a major United hub). California dreaming…
Sadly, the chances of us moving to San Francisco any time soon are as good as me going into space. There are many reasons for that. For one, it’s a very expensive place to live. I’m not the first person who ever visited San Francisco and decided that hey, it looks pretty darn neat!
Also, my in-laws are getting old and will soon be needing our constant attention (despite them being in denial about this simple fact). Not a major reason, but it makes more sense for me to live on the east coast because it’s closer to Europe where my sister and parents currently reside.
And to be fair, our life in rural Florida is not without excitement. Just look at the traffic jam we came across the other day:
I’m sure this incident will make it into a local newspaper (rolls eyes)
It’s not a place where I ever pictured myself living, yet here I am.
The other day I was talking to my mother-in-law who grew up in Tampa and never thought she would end up in the country. Forty years later, there is nowhere she would rather be. She told me when my father-in-law first got a job here, she cried. Then she cried every day for a year after they moved from the city.
But one afternoon she saw a card in the store that had a picture of a flower growing through cracks in the concrete. The card said: “Bloom where you are planted.” She bought the card, put it on her fridge and never looked back.
It’s so easy to look longingly at other places and to say to yourself: “If only I moved there, I would finally be happy, be content.” The truth is, life rarely works that way. We bring our baggage (the figurative kind) with us wherever we go. The anxiety, depression, insecurities…they follow you like a shadow.
Travel is a wonderful escape from the mundane, no doubt, but it won’t solve your long-term issues. The same goes for having millions of miles and points. Oh the places you can go! But most folks can’t bear the thought of letting their balances dip beyond a certain number. So they go and go… to Walmart. Anybody who is getting into miles and points hobby with the idea of obtaining happiness is looking in the wrong place.
Happiness means being content and grateful for what you have on a daily basis. I have a loving husband and two healthy kids. What more can I ask for? And hey, living in Florida (even the rural kind) is not so bad. The beach is only one hour away, and this is the view I enjoy every day when I drop the kids off at school:
San Francisco? We don’t need no stinkin’ San Francisco.
Leana is the founder of Miles For Family. She enjoys beach vacations and visiting her family in Europe. Originally from Belarus, Leana resides in central Florida with her husband and two children.