We are back in San Francisco on vacation, and it doesn’t feel weird or sad. It feels just right. It feels, as we never left, as if the past ten months — our trying repatriation full of unexpected uphill battles — didn’t happen.
These past three days, I’ve:
- Swapped my nearly two-year-old iPhone for a new one for free, hurray for Apple Care and friendly employees at Genius Bars
- Been drinking buckets of cold brew (the Rolls-Royce of iced coffee) and Kambuchka
- Consumed several bags of nachos with guacamole and savored roasted seaweed, and perfectly ripe strawberries, blueberries, and avocados
- Been hanging out at open-air shopping malls, finding shade in stores such as Free People, Anthropology, and Barnes & Noble — three times already
- Been opening way too many packages from Amazon
- Passed our old home, now painted in a pretty pale blue color, and wondered how I ever managed to drive up our insanely steep and narrow street, maneuvering us into security from buses going downhill
- Crossed Golden Gate Bridge three times in both sunshine and fog — it never gets old
- Downloaded the Uber app
- Gotten stuck in traffic in the middle of the 2017 Pride Parade in downtown SF surrounded by happy people, dressed in rainbow colors
- Found home in our friends’ home and let our pseudo family handle everything from folding and opening my stroller to driving up their crazy steep, narrow driveway
- Gotten all of our favorite yoghurts, cheeses, and snacks at Trader Joe’s
Home! San Francisco, we ❤️ you.
