another life in san francisco

Five years ago, I was choosing between internships in San Francisco and New York. Sometimes I wonder where I’d call home today if I’d chosen differently that summer.

I spent last week working in cozy coffee shops and catching up with many friends from different lanes of my past. As much as I love my NY life, I can envision a beautiful SF one, too. Where every day is light jacket and thrifted overalls weather, and a Saturday afternoon is for coastal wandering, childhood friends, tiny dogs and Blue Bottle iced coffee. SF feels like another home waiting, if I ever decide to go. Thank you to all my friends that greeted me with open arms, no matter how long it’s been since we were last together.