I have a car, but it’s in the East Bay collecting dust because I don’t want to get bipped. There are homeless people everywhere and everyone in SoMa is either driving a Tesla or sleeping on concrete. It’s also kinda the Tenderloin as 6th Street and the Henry Hotel technically are within SoMa’s borders. There’s a lot of warehouse space but it’s not as dense as say the Financial District was prior to the pandemic. SoMa is kind of part of Downtown in the sense that there are high-rise buildings everywhere, but it’s also heavily industrial.

I need to find a therapist soon because my girlfriend made me promise to get one as a condition of us moving in together.Ĭlearly I’m a great person who’s not at all draining to be around.Īnyway. I felt weird all the time before, but now I can afford a therapist. I’m basically a Bay Area version of that Batman quote, “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” I don’t think I’m a villain, but my current life is a far cry from the class angst that inspired many of my memes. The building I reside in has a secured entrance and most of my neighbors are techies, which I can’t really complain about now because I’m a fucking techie, too. I live in an interesting corner of SoMa that sits on the border with the Mission District. SoMa stands for South of Market Street, so in terms of boundaries, its borders are pretty explicit, but its identity is strange, fascinating, and like so many other San Francisco neighborhoods – grimly dystopian. Luckily, I’ve finally been able to achieve that, and I’ve landed in one of the hardest to define neighborhoods in the City: SoMa. As a lifelong Bay Area resident, I’ve always wanted to live in San Francisco.

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