City Life Spells Boredom

The other day I said to Dean, “How bout we find jobs in New York City and live there for a couple years before starting our family?”

He said, “That would be so fun, but New York is so expensive.”

“So what? We already live in a studio apartment now. It wouldn’t be much different. It’s not like we’d live in a space that’s smaller than we are right now. We’d fit right in!”

After living in the city of San Francisco for ten years, I’m quite bored. Yes, that’s right. It’s B-O-R-I-N-G. Dean and I have been together since February and I swear to God I think we’ve eaten out at almost every single brunch spot, deli, high-end restaurant that this place has to offer. Plus, in this economy, not much more is opening up. The place is dead. You can only go to Beach, Blanket, Babylon so many times a year.

For fun, we’ve been crossing the bridges for action. Last weekend, we headed north for sleepy, but new to us Mill Valley. We had a great time eating at Bungalow 44, then ice-cream at Cici Gelateria across the street. It was just different and nice to stroll around in a peaceful neighborhood. Strolling around our neighborhood with the bums and the piss and the defecation gets a bit old after a while. I’m going stirring crazy here in the city. Not that we wouldn’t get bored in the burbs, too, but at least it’s something different. I think after ten years, I’m allowed to be bored.