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some days in san francisco

October 18, 2016

some days i don’t even know that i live in san francisco.  the headlights, the weird smells, the monumental beauty of a crushingly big city.  is this d.c. or is this the west coast?  is that the bay or the tidal basin?  key or golden gate?

some days i don’t even know.  and then some days, i miss my life on the east coast with every pulse of my heart.  actually, that’s most days.  i miss the thunderstorms and stupid traffic around dupont circle.  i miss the sweetgreen around the corner and the homeless man who orders a dr. pepper and apple pie when i dart into the cvs.  i miss the sticky rush of metro train air when it pulls into the station a block away from the white house.  i miss my friends.  people who know me and hate me and love me and sage new apartments to kill bad spirits with me.  i miss the random people i’ve never met, never known, and will never see again commuting to work down 14th street toward the heart of everything.  i miss the glimpses of the washington monument that sneak up from rearview mirrors.  i miss the east coast time zone.  i miss d.c.

some days i don’t even know i live in san francisco.  some days i miss d.c.  and one day, i will miss it all – san francisco and d.c.  this probably isn’t forever.  it’s only for some days.

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