Weekend Snapshots Part 2

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About a year ago, I was never the type of person to completely obsess over a city. I've visited many in the United States (and London!) and fell in love with each and their unique, quirky charm.

Portland captured my heart earlier in 2014 after first visiting with Shikha and then again in August. Something about Portland felt right, you know? Same with Chicago and New York. Sure, they have their bad moments (the subzero temperatures and snow), but they house some of my very best friends and fondest memories.

That being said, while i've visited and have had extended stays in some (hello New York Winter 2010) i've never been like "Hell yeah, this place is KILLING it constantly."

You know, the feeling where you know you're talking about something to death but you can't help it because you're so in love or enamored or in aw. Well, I promise i'm getting to my point.

San Francisco is it for me, ladies and gentlemen. You guys all know i've had a love affair with this city ever since I moved, but something about the last year really did me good.

Of course, SF and I have had our disagreements. I get standoffish, annoyed at slow walkers and eventually sulk (or something around those lines) to Sonoma. I can't really rely public transportation and often times I play the game "is that dog or human shit?"

Even through it all, this city is the bees knees.

And to be honest, I think I fell more in love with the city through this blog. It's helps me capture the everyday. The good, bad, breathtaking, hilarious, and delicious.

This post doesn't really have a point or ending, so i'll leave it with that. Oh, and a quote. Because i'm a sucker for 'em.

"I like the fog that creeps over the whole city every night about five, and the warm protective feeling it gives…and lights of San Francisco at night, the fog horn, the bay at dusk and the little flower stands where spring flowers appear before anywhere else in the country." – Irene Dunne