San Francisco is wonderful when it’s sunny. I’m willing to now say that it is probably nice all the time, but the rainy season happened to also hit when I had hit the point at which I kind of knew the place, but didn’t know where I felt comfortable, and all that jazz. Needless to say, things have changed. With the sun, also has come a refreshed view on this place. I have my spots that I go to, like now, sitting in the
International Cafe or hopping on my bike, and trekking up to the Upper Haight to visit
my favorite anarchist bookstore are two of my favorites. There’s the bison in the park and the beach when it’s really nice. It’s all kind of real now, instead of being a weird kind of extended vacation.
Come visit. I mean that. We don’t have a ton of room, and I don’t have any extra money to take you to the tourist spots, but it’ll be fun. We’ll find a warehouse art exhibition and concert, and look at the city from
from our rooftop.
I’ve come to appreciate the 60 degree weather and crisp nights. During the day, I sweat it all out at Habitat, then come home and I’m able to throw on a sweatshirt (or two) and sit nice and comfortably wherever I may want to.
Yes, I’m rambling.
I’ve met and made a few new friends. It’s nice. The first time I ran into Joe & Leslie down on Haight, it was awesome. Totally made me feel like a local.
That’s about it. I shaved for the first time in like six months. I may try to keep it clean-ish for a bit. I doubt it.
Go outside.
justinª