SF is my BFF

Today my husband, children and I spent the afternoon in San Francisco. Nothing in the world makes me feel the way I do when I come around the corner on the 280 and see the San Francisco skyline. I am both exhilarated and calmed. I am both challenged and comforted. I am visiting my best friend and making a new acquaintance.

I moved to San Francisco after college. I had no idea what I wanted to do for a job, I had no idea where I wanted to live, and I truly had no idea who I really was. Eventually I found my first job and my first apartment and those changed annually for a while. I was in self discovery mode, and I couldn't have picked a better place to be.

I remember seeing a group of 100 rollerbladers riding on the Embarcadero at 10pm one night. Seeing them had a profound impact on me and was really the start of it all for me and San Francisco. Some how, either through word of mouth or posting an ad or divine intervention, this group of people who wanted to rollerblade on the Embarcadero at 10pm on a Friday night found each other.

I think the reason San Francisco is important to me is because in such a small geographical area there are so many different types of people. There is a forced openness and acceptance that not only make it okay for you to be unsure about who you are but guarantees that if you want to rollerblade at 10pm on a Friday night, there will be a group to support you. San Francisco wasn't just where I found myself but it was where I learned that it's okay to enjoy the journey.