Yesterday I returned to New York from a seaside vacation in a quaint coastal town.
By that I mean I was home for the holidays in San Francisco. Yes, San Francisco is where I was born and raised for the first 18 years of my life. When ever I tell anyone this, the invariable response is, “Why would you ever want to leave California??”
This is the time of year I have trouble answering the question. Only mole people prefer New York in January to sunny California.
But hey, leaving makes it possible to return. Visiting my hometown rather than living there makes me appreciate it on a whole other level. A quaint seaside village isn’t where I want to be right now.
Can you imagine these views becoming routine? I shot every picture in this post from on the roof of the apartment building I grew up in, where my parents still reside. Mind bogglingly beautiful views in every direction.
Golden Gate Bridge in the west, downtown skyline with the Transamerica Pyramid, the Bay Bridge, and Coit Tower to the west, Sutro Tower off to the south: can’t get more San Francisco cliché than that line up.
If you stand on the very edge of the roof, you can even make out Alcatraz to the north. Seriously, this roof is insane. You can’t find a view like this in NYC, the observatory of One World Trade is the only place that comes close.
Perhaps I had to leave my hometown so I could truly appreciate how beautiful it is. And maybe I had to leave California to actually understand why every one else wants to go there.
I had to leave San Francisco so I could sing I Left My Heart in San Francisco with more truth and passion.
When it really comes down to it, I’m just a girl who likes to play the field. San Francisco, you’ll always be my first love. I love New York too. There’s hella mad love to go around! Seriously, if any two places in the world understand unconventional relationships, it’s my two loves. They’re totally cool with bicoastal polyamory.