I might be being biased, but speak to any other person who has spent time in the city of fog, and I bet you will get a similar response.I have only ever met one person who disliked San Francisco.My initial reaction was a slap (only a light, how-could-you?!
I got on a plane and 5 hours later I was on the other side of the country.I hitched from Perth down south to Margaret River, and I found myself in a town that quite frankly, had been waiting for me. Whilst I corrected myself out loud, whispers in my head spoke to me and said, “If you are labelled as a part of any area in this world, it is Northern California”.The other day when I went into a café to hand in my resume and plead for a job, the lady behind the counter started asking me some questions. That introduction leads me to the quote you first read at the top of this post.She looked down at my resume and then back up at me, obviously seeing that my resume stated I had worked in San Francisco for a long period of time. When I meet someone new and they tell me they are from San Francisco, have lived in San Francisco, or visited or are going to visit San Francisco, every atom in my body shines and my body jolts up, my eyes gleam and if I wasn’t fully engaged in the conversation beforehand, I am now.
About a month ago I touched down in my home country, Australia, after eight months of extravagant travel.In hopes of finding even just a little of the love I found every day through my overseas experience, I set out on what took me a month to find a place to quiet my mind and restore my health (as well as my credit card).