This past weekend, my boyfriend and I made our way to San Francisco – the land of fog, rising real estate prices, and the Golden Gate Bridge.
Having grown up about an hour out of the city, we’ve seen most of the touristy sights. You know, Fisherman’s Warf, Ghirardelli Square, The Bridges etc. But this trip was special for us – it was our first road trip together. As we made our way to the Golden Gate park, we stopped and took some pictures by this adorable pink wall. I am not an avid instagrammer, but even I couldn’t help but try my hand at some posed candid shots.
The thing I love about this city is its character. Over the course of the last 19 years, I have had the pleasure and privilege of visiting San Francisco at many turning points in my life. I experienced it as a young child, bundled up in sweater after sweater as we gave our relatives tours of the same old Pier 39 and foggy skyline. I remember marveling at the bubble and tactile exhibits at the Tech Museum and later lining up for hours to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in IMAX there as well. I was there at 16, with my newly licensed friends as we ate Ghirardelli chocolate without parental supervision.
I know we were pretty badass.
I was there as a rising entrepreneur as I attended networking and seminar events with the local startups, learning from other engineers about new technologies and strategies to succeed in this crazy multifaceted world. Now I was there as a new blogger, looking at it through the lens of an overly complicated camera.
Even though I am a frequent visitor, I cant help but marvel at it every time. Because, every time I visit – its different. Or maybe, I’m just different. Whatever. Something is different. The colored houses and greenery. The stark contrast between affluence and poverty. Beautiful yet sad at the same time.
San Francisco has become refuge for people who think differently. Here, the artist and the engineer in me make sense. My right and left brain work together harmoniously and I really do see what all the fuss is about. I understand why people want to live here and experience the culture and the odd tranquility.
I do not know where my life will take me, but maybe one day San Francisco may be home. There’s a chance. Its small, but it could happen.