I came to San Francisco five years ago with the dream to be independent, discover myself, and one day tell my grandchildren, "Your abuelita once lived in San Francisco." I made the big move when I was twenty-three years old and somehow those five years where a roller coaster of every fucking thing you can imagine living in a big city is worth. Now I am approaching the end of my twenties and I can surely say I have earned my stripes living in this city. My first week in the city I was scammed for my apartment and lost 3k. I ended up living in my car for a few nights under the bay bridge intersection because I refused to go back home. I attended an over priced art school and after a year decided, this isn't for me. Yes, I am an art school drop out but ironically I have a career compared to a few of my fellow art school buddies who graduated with honors. I lived in many places in the city in the five years I survived. From sharing rooms, renting a ...