When I decided to move from my beloved city of San Francisco to Honolulu, Hawaii it wasn’t a difficult decision. I was ready.
When I was 14 years old my Mom relocated us from my hometown of San Diego to the Bay Area. I was devastated. I missed my friends. I missed my Dad. I missed the warmer weather. As I got older and started to look at my life from a deeper perspective I realized I was right were I belonged.
San Francisco is the land of opportunity. If you open yourself up and let it in it will provide you with everything you need. It was here that I developed my passion for cooking, where I landed my first Chef position, where I earned my first 3 stars from Michael Bauer, where I started my first business, where I started my first blog (and then my second) and where I became an entrepreneur. I never had to look hard for work or connections. Opportunities for both were all around me.
But as I’ve moved from phase to phase in my life here in the Bay Area over the last 20 years I have started to find myself and San Francisco has started to lose itself. The colorful, quirky and highly cultural city has started to turn more and more vanilla. The onslaught of major tech companies and start-ups drove gentrification and luxury condos and pushed out mom and pop shops and affordable housing. The service industry has been dealing with a major staffing crisis for years now because of rents we can no longer afford.
My partner, Spencer and I sat out on our balcony one crisp cool night and talked about life. The employees he could no longer hang on to at work, the scare of our rent increasing, the traffic that was getting worse and worse and old times. We were becoming jaded.
Hawaii had always been a special place in our hearts. We flew out to Kauai every year for years during the time Spencer consulted for a restaurant there. Every time we left we knew that it would not be our last. There was something very special about that place that spoke to our souls.
After a dear friend (more like my older brother) moved to Oahu a few years ago I flew out to visit. I had never been to Oahu and it was love at first sight. It was Hawaii, but with a city full of action and life. The restaurant scene was just starting to explode in Honolulu, local artisans were popping up all over the place, organic farming was becoming more prevalent. I could see that this was going to be the next major food city. I hopped on a phone call with Spencer during that trip and basically told him that we would be moving there. I visited one more time a year later with Spencer to seal the deal.
Sitting out on our balcony that cool night in San Francisco we decided it was time. Were we waiting until we retired? What if retirement never happened for us? What exactly were we waiting for? My argument was there is no better time than the present to be somewhere that truly makes you happy. Lucky for me Spencer did not take much convincing.
We made a plan a couple months after our decision and a year later here we are scheduling a moving company to ship our belongings to Honolulu.
I have never been so happy in my life. I look forward to each new day and am grateful I get to move to paradise with the man I love.
Sarah Burchard is the author of The Healthy Locavore, a natural foods chef and experience host whose writing focuses on cooking, holistic health, supporting community and eating locally grown and made foods.