13 Days
Today marks day 1 of the longest time I’ve been away from San Francisco since I moved two and a half years ago.
Fall Nostalgia
It’s officially fall in San Francisco. Yesterday, I froze. I’ve been fighting off fall in terms of traditional garb because in San Francisco, fall comes a bit late. Summer isn’t summer and the beginning of fall is the warmest time of the year.
This life.
He picked me up at the bar I used to work at in Boulder. I sat in his gold Honda and as the heat blasted from the vents, I sighed. It was cold outside — the kind of cold that stings your legs.
They say home is where the heart is, but what if your heart is in more than one place?
I spent the past three days in Colorado. I had purchased a discounted ticket a few months back with some coworkers with the intent of spending the weekend on the slopes showing them around my precious Rocky Mountains. As the trip approached, I had to make a decision: show my coworkers from San Francisco around the mountains, or spend time with family and friends in Denver. I opted to spend the weekend catching up with family and friends.
Home is where the memories are…
So, there’s a “SOLD” sign in front of my childhood house now. My family has been trying to sell that house for years now. It’s been on and off the market several times. And this time, it took. Someone else is buying our house. It’s a weird feeling and I didn’t exactly...Home “bittersweet” home
It’s always bittersweet returning home from a trip. Especially a great one.
My trip last week to San Francisco was incredible. It was different than a usual spring break vacation.
