San Francisco, I think we’re going to get along just fine

Every time I go to a new city, I’m pleasantly surprised with how unique it is. San Francisco is all steep hills and thin houses sucking in their breath and crowding in close together for warmth. Its pulse feels faster than Seattle’s, the gaze of it’s beauty and brokenness more palphable, if that makes sense. Continue reading “San Francisco, I think we’re going to get along just fine”