2 years ago I came to San Francisco to start anew. It seemed like a big risk with lots of potential.  I arrived on July 2nd, 2007, which was also the same day I had ever set foot in San Francisco (yeah, I was sheltered). In that short day (I arrived around 6pm), I realized that Ingelside was not really San Francisco, and that Ocean Beach was COLD. In the 24 months since then, I have made incredible friends, had ups & down in life (and work) and now know where I truly want to end up someday.

Yes, someday…I will be back but  TODAY I am leaving SF which the eventual destination of New York City. I’m scared as shit, yes, even at 35. But that’s how I pretty much felt when I moved here, and look how that turned out

Wish me luck

and thank you friends

Roman