I look at my past yearly reviews and I notice that with each year, something bigger and more exciting happens. That was still the case with 2012. For almost a year, Mary and I saw each other at least every weekend during our long distance relationship. That feat is pretty amazing and we couldn’t believe that we went that long without missing a weekend. Nevertheless, we couldn’t do that forever and it was definitely getting more difficult as time passed. So in March 2012, I moved from Orange County to the Bay Area to live with Mary and Malia.
Moving to a whole new geographic region, one would think I would have a huge adjustment to make. I didn’t. I was visiting the Bay Area pretty frequently in 2011 so it wasn’t a huge shock to me. I was very fortunate that the company I worked for transferred me to their Bay Area office even after I was recently brought in as part of a merger. That was probably the biggest hurdle to moving up here was having a job lined up. I applied to jobs about month before I planned to move and while I got a few interviews, none of them turned into offers. I told my boss in LA that I was planning to move and he was disappointed that I was leaving after only a few months. He asked if I had anything lined up and the answer was no. I knew we had an branch in the Bay Area but it never occurred to me to ask him about the possibility of transferring. He said he’d call to the manager of the Bay Area office to see if they had a position open. A week later, I had an offer for the job.
As I write this, I can’t help but think of this post. When I was debating whether or not to work for Hop full time, I had the idea of moving already in the back of my mind. My logic was: I had a good year of experience on the truck, if I helped him out at the restaurant full time, I thought I’d be able to use all that experience to broaden my prospects of getting a job. I’d apply to both food service and engineering jobs. If I could throw more applications out there, something was bound to stick. Had I pursued the restaurant full time, I never would’ve ended up at DMG and eventually, DMG North. Again, I’m reminded of Steve Jobs’ speech at Stanford: The dots are still connecting.
Living in the Bay Area is all that I could have asked for and more. Whether it’s taking Malia out, finding new places to eat, or just exploring The City, we never run out of things to do. Work is great. They’re flexible and understanding with Malia’s school schedule and I got a slight bump in pay when I moved. I also have the ability to make extra money in commission, an option I didn’t have before.
People have always asked me if I would ever move back to San Diego, the city I was born and raised in. My answer is almost always no. Now that I’ve been in the Bay Area for almost a year, I get asked the same question, except it’s, “Would you ever move back to Orange County.” And my answer is still the same. I love the previous places that I’ve lived. I’m proud of where I’m from but every time I’ve moved on, I grow to embrace my new home. This time, it’s no different.