what the hills, y’all!
Welcome to a new blog series called What the Hills, Y’all! Here I’ll talk about the adventures of a Texas girl moving to San Francisco. Come with me as we explore the city, one difference at a time.
“These hills are a bitch”, I say out of breath walking up a street in Nob Hill.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself”, says a random stranger next me, also struggling with the whole breathing thing.
The hills here are no joke. Cars look like they are dropping off to disappearance as they go up and downhill. Red lights when driving are scary as it forces me to stop mid-hill, unsure if my brakes can hold me up and fear of what would happen if I fell backwards or forwards.
Coming from Texas, otherwise known as flat-I-don’t-know-what-hills-look-like land, this has been the first major culture shock. My dog Mya doesn’t know what to do with them either. She sprints going downhill because her body pulls her forward. Uphill she constantly turns back to look at me as to ask why I’m walking so slow. Don’t judge me.
Justin and I have started looking at places to rent, and hills are a mutual veto. Sure I will probably have killer legs, a great ass and a daily workout, but let’s be real, is it worth it?
I’d love to know what you think of the San Francisco hills- love them or hate them? Let me know in the comments below!