I hope you are well. I spent my 10 day vacation back home (San Francisco). I walked around the city for 9 hours my first day, until my feet were so sore I was forced to stop. I was flooded with memories on every street, reminded of good times and bad on every block, and I was so happy I didn’t know what to do with myself.
San Francisco will always be home. Every single time I have arrived at SFO, it is as if I finally exhale. Like I have been holding my breath and just biding my time.
The magic of San Francisco is something I can’t really explain. When I moved to the city at 18, I was terribly insecure and unhappy. The city did something to me and I have never been the same since.
One of my favorite things to do in San Francisco is to search for hidden messages, new (and old) murals, ridiculous sidewalk art & inspiration.
I particularly love “heart art” (as my good friend Taya calls it). I fell in love for the first time in San Francisco and it’s as if I can’t help but notice love everywhere now.
I went to all of my favorite places, saw my beautiful friends, and even extended my stay for a few days because I just wasn’t ready to let it go.
I can’t wait to go back.
3 thoughts on “Home”
Two and a half weeks without a post is too long! Glad to hear you’re happy and healthy and have graced us with more fantastic ‘Heart Art’
Glad you had a good visit! I’ve heard so many great things about San Francisco, it def seems like an easy city to fall in love with 🙂
It’s crazy how places become “home” like that. And I like that you’ve got yourself some Zapp’s potato chips because they’re from the land that I call home 🙂