^a couple of snaps of my views from late nights at the office
There's a really nice suburban community in the Portland metro area called Lake Oswego. People love it for its manicured lawns, its large, gorgeous homes and its affluent lifestyle (or the impression of one, at least). Most Portlanders will tell you that it's an extremely coveted place to live.
As far as I'm concerned, the place is a sh*thole.
Why? Because I worked there for 4+ years in a job that I was extremely unhappy with. The streets of Lake Oswego remind me only of my sad morning commute into the business park that I called home 40 hours a week. And with that, my desperate attempt to mentally be anywhere else but there. In every landscaped-to-Disneyland-perfection park, I only see 2010 me eating lunch there on a bench, praying that I didn't have to head back within the hour. Every drive through coffee stand transports me into the driver's seat of my car, as I mentally envisioned a city job where I would not have to plop into my SUV and drive 12 minute for my caffeine fix. Every home and apartment complex reminds me of a time when I would scoff at anyone who would knowingly choose to live so close to my dreary office. That beautiful community, resplendent in hard work and colorful flowers, is one of my least favorite towns I know. In my warped mind, there's just no good views to be had there.
That's why I'm so grateful for the views I have now. With many hops, leaps, bounds and jumps over the years, I've landed downtown in SF. And with all the inherent stress that comes with everyone's career, I have to say that the digs around me are pretty dang good. Maybe it's because I like what I'm doing now. Maybe it's because I am so manically happy with my company. Maybe it's because through all the blood, sweat and tears of poring myself into a fast-paced job, that I find a lot of self-worth and gratification.
Or maybe it's just because San Francisco is an extremely multi-faceted, alluring place. Full of urban dining and technological peripherals and community spaces for dreamers and achievers. Maybe it's the fact that the pain of staying late is rewarded with a front row view from my desk of the pink sunset, dropping off the skyline as it heads west. Maybe it's because I lay eyes on the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate Bridge every day from the East and North facing sides of the office (respectively). Maybe it's because San Francisco itself is the result of a lot of hard work. Maybe it's because I can see all that I do because I never quit as I gained traction in my career in my twenties, even with the lower-rung positions that that usually entails - they kept me climbing that ladder.
Whatever it is, I'm simply loving the view.