a life in SF

It’s 9pm, the weekend after Christmas—a Saturday night, chill time. Feeling less anxious than usual, I decided to watch a movie (thank you, quick Google search), poured myself a glass of water, and hit play. Halfway through, snack cravings struck. I went to the kitchen, once again, I’d done a full grocery run earlier and somehow still forgot snacks, just fricking broccoli, arugula, and avocado. And then it hit me, this isn’t the first time. This city is consuming me.