Sometimes I feel like a hug would make everything better. Then I start thinking about how not often I am hugged, so I give up on the whole hug thing and write a stupid blog entry.
I miss San Francisco.
I miss Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf and the dirty, strung out atmosphere of Haight-Ashbury.
I want to eat clam chowder in a bread bowl while it rains outside.
I want to stand at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge and stare down toward the other imagining how long it would take me to walk across.
I wouldn't be opposed to running away for a day, so long as money wasn't an issue.
Let's stop in San Jose and tour the Winchester Mansion.
2 Comments, Questions, and Concerns:
HEY
okay so
a friend of mine told me a story about how a professor of hers (when he was younger) went on a road trip to san francisco, just a one day thing, drove up north walked across the golden gate bridge and drove back home with his buddies.
that is what life is made of.
and if you are, i'm down.
p.s. i'd totally hug you <('_')>
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