....and the sun shines on they ba-hay....
In just three days, we will be leaving San Francisco. Ending the longest relationship of our adult lives. How do you say goodbye after nine years?
I've never been good at leaving. In recent years, I've only gotten worse. Case in point: the morning we left Positano last fall, I burst into tears after saying goodbye to the barista at the local cafe, and that was after only a half dozen espressos and staying for just a week.
When I moved here in 1998, I was finished with New York. Done. I had no intention of ever returning. But I don't think I've ever considered myself a Californian either. I guess I thought of myself as a visitor; a New Yorker out of her element and loving it. Somewhere in those years, I built a life for myself out here. I made friends--good ones. And maybe I've even mellowed out a bit. Although I can still fly into a rage if provoked.
There's so much we'll miss about this beautiful city. Here's a short list:
The Palace of Dubious Fashion (as Antonia calls it) and all the awesome friends I've made there
Hun's Wun Tun House
Felix Fein
Walking to work on the embarcadero - which I rarely did
The view of the sunrise from our bedroom window
B-lla the dog and Cuddles Hom
Lucky Pierre's smoked salmon & fire pit
YCzle
Rosamunde sausages followed by beers at Toronado
Clement Street
Laidley Street
Sea Ranch
