Just some observations I've made of what defines a local here-- something I always do when I'm new to a place. It's interesting to look back a few years later to see what you thought was new or strange, kind of like photography.
1. You don’t call it SF, or Frisco, or San Fran—you call it (!?) “The City,” with is sacrilege to a New Yorker!
2. You no longer stand motionless in front of the compost/recycle/trash bins pondering which one to drop your fork/napkin/fill-in-the blank into.
3. You think wearing UGGS and sweats to a fine restaurant is well, fine.
4. You think wearing UGGS anywhere is fine.
5. You own 5 hoodies in different colors.
6. You stop thinking people are going to throw something at you when they wave you on at 4-way stop.
7. You no longer have to chant to yourself like rainman: “up and away, down into the curb” when you park your car on a hill.
8. You no longer think having your left foot on the brake and right foot on the accelerator is crazy drivin’.
9. You realize that weatherpeeps here have the best deal in the country, because they’re never right and they still keep their jobs.
10. You figure out that SFians generally just pretend to pay for the bus, and if you are brazen enough to pay, the bus driver rewards you with a transfer.
11. Dogs rule- -they can come eat at your table at a restaurant if you want—well almost.
12. You don’t ask where the tuna is at Rainbow Grocery. (dressed in a long leather coat toting a cow-bag from Argentina!)
13. You figure out that 10-5 is the new 9-5, with a long lunch too!
14. You think it’s funny that you used to think West Coasters got up early to keep up with the East, and you’re happy they really don’t.
15. You become that annoying person who calls their friends on the East Coast at inappropriately late hours, cuz well, it’s free-time cell minutes!
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