I am about to explore Austin and San Francisco through my twitter feed, because obviously my twitter is the BEST source for this comparison.
When I first got here in Austin, I was so excited about living in a place that could quite possibly be weirder than SF. I found several similarities between the two. In fact, I’ve found constant truths between the two:
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| Yeah, they’re constantly everywhere. Everywhere. |
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| I’m fairly certain that the Pacific in NorCal is the same temperature as Barton Springs. |
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| People say amazing things everywhere. |
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| There is an abundance of food carts in both ATX and SF. |
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| This happened in SF, and is a regular occurrence in ATX. |
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| People everywhere have melding body-parts and make terrible fashion decisions. |
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And similarities with slight differences
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| Those do happen there. |
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| Those don’t happen here. |
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| These do happen here. |
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| You still see famous people here, and people that look like famous people. |
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| In SF you get under garments |
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| In ATX, you get hair weaves. |
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| In SF the stalls are too short. |
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| In ATX the stalls are tall enough, but you lose paper cover privileges. |
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| In SF, we had wind. Lots of wind. I didn’t think that would happen in ATX, but GUESS WHAT, it’s windy. Know what else? |
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| At least we finally got rain... for a minute or two. |
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| In SF, we smoke American Spirits. For the most part. I guess it could be around the same ratio. Except seriously, I’ve seen way too many people smoking Crushes. Ugh gross. |
Even with all the fascinating similarities above, so far I have found no evidence of a quirkiness to beat my dear Frisco. These are two very different places, and from now on, I intend to keep the two separate in my mind. I’ve grown to love both, almost equally, for very different reasons.
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| Some may think this is a good thing. Not I! |
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| In SF you get grunts and half-words. |
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| In ATX, you get blessed. |
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| People bring their babies to rock concerts and stand close to the giant speakers. Obviously this particular kid loved it... |
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| I guess people are ignorant everywhere, but I had never heard something as absurd as this. Bill Gates didn’t graduate from college, so I guess he shouldn’t have the right to vote, right? |
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| There is a restaurant in existence by the name of Juan in a Million. *Drop mic, exit stage* |
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| I never saw these in CA! It’s exciting! and gross! |
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| The live music in this city is phenomenal. The local bands give me eargasms. |
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| Yeah, they probably played in SF too, but concerts like this are a normal thing here. |
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| I got carded at Walmart! |
Of course there are things that I absolutely miss about San Francisco. I miss a ton of things. A ton.
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| I miss being able to hop on a train in SF to a train in Richmond and see my little sisters 3 hours later. It’s about a 3 hour trip by air, but something like 10x the price. |
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| I miss the quirks of Bolinas. |
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| I miss how accustomed we are in SF to how prevalent marijuana is in society. People freak out (angrily) if they so much as smell something resembling marijuana here. |
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| I miss the ferry. |
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| This was a slightly normal statement. |
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| This used to be a regular occurrence. |
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| I have never seen something so odd as this. |
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| I have no idea what a 20 year old is to do in ATX. |
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| I miss the Valentines Day pillow fight. |
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| Haven’t seen a riot in ATX yet, especially not like the ones in Oakland. |
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| I miss my dog’s abuse toward me. |
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| Oh, but I do! |
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| or that. |
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| Muni can't beat Chicago, CapMetro can't beat Muni, and... |
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| GGT is by far the worst I've come by. |
So there you have it. I’m homesick, but I do love it here. It took me a while to get used to SF, and it’ll take me a while longer to get used to ATX (what, with the lack of a big sister security blanket. Or friends, for that matter). I’ve been feeling extremely lonely, and I feel a depression coming on, but I’m getting through it. I’m keeping my head up. I’m working. I’m doing well in school. It’ll all be OK.
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