The rain thrashed our office windows hard one February Friday in San Francisco. The weatherman encouraged us to stay in and avoid the roads if we could. Most people would be glum, but not my friends and I. Rain during the winter in SF means lots and lots of snow in Lake Tahoe! My buddies and I decided to take a 2.5 hour drive up to Sugar Bowl and hit the slopes that Saturday. A total of 2 feet of fluffy powder fell overnight and we were in snowboarding heaven!
When we returned that evening, our legs were sore but our faces beamed with smiles as we reminisced our daring jumps off of several of the steepest slopes. We had no fear because the landing zone was soft. The very next day in SF, the sun was beaming down a warm 76 degrees and we decided to play some tennis at the local park. It was that exact moment when I knew that San Francisco was the place I wanted to live for as long as possible. Months later I bought my first place.
BUYING A HOME IS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY