I was feeling nostalgic for San Francisco this morning due to a dream I had last night. I recently saw a program bout Google Maps' Street View, and used the map to look at my old home. It's funny how much prettier and shinier it looks than in my memory. No overcast skies, no fog. Many of the places I frequented are still there: Pearl art supply, shops on Irving St., restaurants all over the city, and the homes of friends. Sadly, some places seem to be gone, or I am misremembering where they were.
There are days, like today, when I feel like I would like to move back there. Then I think about the parking, and expense of school for Gabriel, and where exactly we would live. Still though, San Francisco is a special place. For all of my memories, for all that happened there, for meeting so many great people, for going through so much, I will always think of it as home.