When I last visited San Francisco I likened it to a commercial on TV for Luizzianne Iced Tea where this old man on a rocking chair talks about how his whole life he drank Lipton and refused to try something different and one day he accidentally drank Luizzianne. He said, "Boy was it good... kinda makes you question your whole life"

This time in San Francisco, I felt this way, but doubly so. Perhaps because this time I visited less as a tourist and more as a faux resident, eating at the local haunts smoking shisha with established residents of the town. I felt briefly what life could be like in a city that is not only stunning in its natural beauty, efficient with its transportation, but also at one with my views on life, and people who are genuinely open down to earth with whom good conversation just flowed naturally. A community I could actually relate to. When I walk down Polk street, or slip into a coffee shop to lounge as the rain subsides, I wonder, would it be this magical if I lived here always?

Don't get me wrong. My city is better than than many I've lived in before. But still- there is a heavy loneliness in my heart in my hometown, a desire to connect and be understood, not by one person here and there, the fleeting jewels of solace in this isolating city, but instead by a community of brethren, open minded and active with large dreams that I wish to share in, to help with, to learn from, and grow from.

Maybe one day life will present a circumstance that will enable me someday call San Francisco my home, but if home is where the heart is, then perhaps San Francisco you're already it.

"No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living"~William Saroyan

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