“We live here.”
When the everyday insignificant struggles start to get me down, all I have to do is drive far enough to see the skyline or watch the sun set behind the golden gate bridge. San Francisco is quite literally the golden hope-filled city at the edge of the world.
I can imagine what you might be thinking. . . it must be easy to be grateful when you live in San Francisco. But San Francisco, like any place, has its issues. It has its dark moments and ongoing struggles. It is both effortless to live here and a constant battle.
But more important than the things that make this city less than perfect or obviously awesome, my point is just that we should all take the time to celebrate the good– to love the sparkling bits so we are braver when it comes time to face the dark corners.
Honestly, in every place I’ve ever lived before here, I can remember heartwarming details that made those places wonderful. It’s the small town charm and the big city secrets, the restaurant that you can always count on to have your favorite pie or the view of the lemon tree from your apartment’s side window. It’s the smell of your neighbor’s laundry detergent or the monthly sidewalk barbeque. It’s the afternoon pink skies and the friendly barista who always remembers your name. Our communities are more than cul-de-sacs and skyscrapers, they’re people all trying to get by, and if we’re lucky, we can find time to draw happiness from the small moments and mysteries around us.
I love when visitors come to town (especially if they’ve never been here before), because I get to see the city through their eyes and be grateful for just where I am. Over the weekend, I had so much fun playing tourist in my city with these two handsome gents:
My mother’s first cousin, Gary, and his husband Steven were in town for work from Alabama, and man, did we squeeze every good drop out of the weekend seeing the sites:
*We headed north of the city to explore Muir Woods and the gorgeous redwoods:
*We went on a night tour of Alcatraz. I’ve never been to Alcatraz, and I’ve never necessarily wanted (it’s true) to go to Alcatraz, but I didn’t know what I was missing. Y’all! It was so fun (and a little scary in a fun way).
*We ate so much good food- some of my faves (Zazie, Kitchen Story, Stinking Rose, Little Star):
Happy Monday, friends!