My First Day in San Francisco

I first landed in San Francisco for an internship in September 2018, if I recall correctly, it was a Saturday. It didn’t hit me that I was living away from Canada for the first time until the moment I stepped off the plane.

I took a taxi to my new apartment in Nob Hill. The landlord greeted me, handed over the keys, and I started unpacking and settling into what would be my home for the next few months.

I remember feeling a mix of excitement and loneliness. I didn’t really know anyone in San Francisco at the time, and the city felt vast and unfamiliar.

After spending the afternoon getting settled, I decided to explore. That evening, I walked through Chinatown, wandered into North Beach, and continued all the way to Fisherman’s Wharf to my final destination: In-N-Out.

People rave about In-N-Out, so I made it my first official meal in the U.S. I ordered a Double-Double, animal style, just like a Reddit post had suggested. The burger was tasty, though I remember thinking it wasn’t quite the as hyped as some of my friends made it out to be.

As the night wore on and the temperature dropped, I started walking back home. Now, being back in San Francisco for a work trip, I passed by a few of those same landmarks and they brought me right back to that very first day.

What a time that was.