Even though I grew up about 50 miles outside of San Francisco, I always felt in my heart that it was “my city”. Every time I was there I felt such a buzz from all the people and the diversity and the excitement. Whether it was a beach, baseball, music or shopping day I always had fun.
But this particular visit felt so different from all the others because I felt like I was truly on vacation and not in “my city”. I realized even more how Seattle really does feel, in such a short amount of time, like home to me. But that’s not to say that San Francisco hasn’t lost its magical quality on me. Kaity and I took a drive up to Twin Peaks, saw the most gorgeous views of the city and the Blue Angels flew past. And I think she, a person that lives in the coolest neighborhood of San Francisco, also experienced that moment of magic that San Francisco has to offer when it’s laid out in front of you.