It Lives On

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
If you can't tell, that's a sigh of relief. I just got back from a weekend getaway that I really needed. It was mindless, fun, foolish and oh so hip.
There's nothing like sipping an amazing cappuccino in a seemingly unpretentious coffee house in San Francisco while the old man sitting next to you babbles to himself, or dancing to techno music with a big guy in a sweatsuit, or letting the constant breeze tangle the life out of your hair and not giving a shit, or doing sake bombs in a humble sushi restaurant.
The Bay area is just so different than Orange County in terms of people and lifestyle and state of mind and weather. It was really refreshing to see how others live, and I think I left my heart back there on the trolley, a little bit.
Could I ever live there in that urban world, when all I'm used to is exaggerated suburbia? It would certainly require a serious adjustment on my part. For now, I'm happy where I'm at and doing what I'm doing. But I will tell you this ... you may just find me having a brew in Union Square one of these weekends.