Gather ’round, kids. It’s story time.
Kyle and I met two years ago while sitting diagonally across from one another at a picnic table on the back patio of a bar in East Austin. He liked the ridiculous body chain I was wearing and I was curious about what it was like to kiss someone with a beard. It was love.
When the time came around for us to start thinking about cohabitation, we decided to forego another year snuggled up in the safety blanket that is Austin, and instead, pursue an opportunity with Kyle’s company in San Francisco (Thank you, Bigcommerce!)
How convenient, right? Not quite. The decision to move to San Francisco was not that easy. I wanted to travel and work remotely, not live in the most expensive city in the country. In our early planning stages, we were messaging friends of friends with questions about where we should live and what we should budget for. Almost everything seemed outrageous and luck-based, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was a sign that we were meant to be traveling instead.