I fell in love with the city of San Fransisco from the second I stepped off the plane. Driving over the Golden Gate bridge and seeing the Bay covered in a thick layer of fog was so satisfying to my soul. I went for my High School graduation gift with my dad, I had previous been to California but never to San Fran. I loved that it was August, but still cool enough to wear a sweater in the middle of the day. I loved the houses, how tall and skinny they were and how neatly they were all painted. All the coffee shops, neat little cafes and bookstores were so different. The steep streets are somehow calming, walking up, up and up. Amoeba records right down from the corner of Haight and Ashbury was so bizarre to see knowing that so much hippie history, the people in that area were so uniquely different. Leaving San Francisco was hard, I didn’t want to. As cheesy as it sounds, I feel like I left a piece of myself there, and in some point in my life I wish not only to return, but to live there.