When I made the choice to take a job in San Francisco CA, I was thinking that my family and I would easily thrive in the region.
After all, what is better than living near the water? The job came with a sizable raise in money so all of us substituted our lifestyle and decided to go for a bigger car.
We also bought a dwelling that was a little more fancy than all of us could afford. That was a huge problem, because now all of us can hardly afford to spend money for the dwelling in San Francisco. I was laid off from my job and my husband doesn’t make quite enough currency to sustain our lifestyle. I looked for a job for a long period of time and I had to settle when the currency in our savings account started to run out. After three months, I managed to find a job working at a medical marijuana dispensary. Even as the supervisor, I barely receive six figures a year. I have to admit that I care about managing the medical marijuana dispensary and I would continue working in the dispensary if I did not have to agonize about all of the bills! Regrettably, my husband is on top of me on a regular basis, because he despises living in San Francisco. He honestly doesn’t care about the weather or the salty air, and he completely detests not having any currency to care about all of the wonderful things that San Francisco has to offer. I totally understand why he is so frustrated. I was thinking all of us were going to do well in San Francisco. I honestly did not suppose it was going to be the worst decision we ever made.