Monday, January 17, 2011
I moved to San Francisco when I was 20 years old. I lived in the same apartment for 13 years. It's where a billion friends and memories were made. It's the place I call "home." I may have moved a little south to San Jose, but my heart still beats loudly for San Francisco. In San Francisco. Because that's where I left my heart. Actually, I did sort of a horcrux thing... There are pieces of my heart all along the 33 bus line, a BIG piece with the dancing man at the top of Portola, pieces scattered around downtown offices, Sutro Baths & Camera Obscura, Amoeba Records, Poncho Villa, Castro Theater, The Laserium, SFSU, Thrift Town, Video Cafe, perma-gray Parkmerced (home of the phrase "I want to slit my wrists just to see color!"), Cliff's Variety Store, Twin Peaks, Clement, Japantown, even the Mission's Red Man and "the bush guy" at Fisherman's Wharf have a slice. I love you, San Francisco!!!