Rebecca: Dear San Francisco, I love you.
August 17, 2010
Earlier this month I spent the weekend visiting my sister and my man in the bay area. I’m in love with San Francisco and hope to be living there by this time next year.
I strive to live among the other lost 20-somethings post graduation. Surviving off farmers markets and fresh fish right out of the ocean. Nothing sounds more perfect to me.
Hopefully, I will live on top of this street:
**Note: My ass was sore for approximately 3 days after walking up the steepest streets I’ve ever seen in order to capture this photo.
But, alas, I will probably live in a small shack with Hayley and our kitty.
The trip consisted of meeting the man’s family (who are the best!) and spending time with my family (who are the best too!!).
Even though I was raised almost entirely in the rousing city of Littleton, Colorado, in a way moving to San Francisco will be a homecoming in itself.
Since I’ve gotten back I’ve been eating lots and lots of fresh garden vegetables. This is thanks to my boss who grows his own garden and allows me to pick whatever I like. This is almost like being a kid in a candy store, only I’m an adult in a vegetable, herb, and fruit garden.
Hense, I have made lots of salads and wraps like this one:
Since coming back to Boulder, I’ve been very busy.
But it is all more then worth it, because, Monday marks my favorite day in the world.
It is finally time to go…