Stage four: The transformation phase
Where you're living: North Park, Normal Heights, OB, or Encinitas.
Where you're going out: Seven Grand, Park & Rec, Winstons, Sycamore Den, Union, sweet, sweet breweries. Basically wherever your hipster friends/kickball team wants to go.
Your mantra: "Dude, I'm down."
Go-to activity: Going to beer/food/music festivals, making friends, exploring the city.
Like a caterpillar transforming into a tanner, less punctual butterfly, you are turning into a local. You have said adios to your boat shoes, North Faces, and Lacoste polos, and hola to ironic Hawaiian shirts, Rainbows, and Vans. At this stage, one year gone, you're more settled. And sure. Maybe you're not the best surfer, e.g., you paddled out at Windansea yesterday on a Wavestorm and were almost murdered by a sea of aggro 14-year-olds with acne and sponsors to boot. But at least you're putting yourself out there. And at this stage, that's basically your motto. You are realizing that San Diego is like a sandy, saltwater-rich onion: it has a lot of layers. And you intend to
slice it and start crying make the most of it.