A Playlist and a Story

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I moved to San Francisco almost exactly one year ago, on May 17th, 2009. I hadn’t had any real plans to move to the Bay Area, but happened to hear back about an internship I’d applied to months before a couple of weeks before graduation and decided just to, you know, GO. So, with approximately two friends in the SF area, one suitcase, one sublet apartment and zero dollars, I hopped on a plane to Oakland and haven’t looked back. Since my internship was part time and it took me a few months to get my bearings, get on my feet in a new city and find a job that actually paid me money, I spent a lot of the summer walking around San Francisco listening to my iPod and taking the Muni doing the same thing. This playlist is an amalgamation of the songs that have carried me through the past eleven months and two weeks from having no friends and no job and no permanent place to live to having great roommates, a totally sweet job at an awesome company (Shameless plug: we’re hiring! Check out www.twitter.com/jobs!), awesome friends and a much more functional life in SF than I thought was possible.

Olivia Watkins exists largely in the city of San Francisco and its surrounding environs, where she can be found hiking, wandering, rock climbing and/or riding her bike. Yes, it’s from the ’80s and, yes, it’s a road bike. When she’s not doing those stereotypical Bay Area resident-y things, you can find her eating brunch, lying (laying? I still don’t know the answer to this debate and I was an English major… oops! Sure glad I have that expensive liberal arts degree) in Dolores Park drinking Tecate, sitting on the roof of her apartment with her roommates, or climbing at Planet Granite in the Presidio. Oh, and you can occasionally (read: usually) track her down at work at Twitter HQ in Soma. Find me on Twitter (@olivia) or look me up on Facebook if I didn’t accidentally delete my profile or make it too private to be discoverable. Holler.