She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. -Wilco.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
the arrival
My return to the Midwest after a long stint on the west coast was welcome. I enjoyed my time over there, learned a lot about publishing and experienced a different way to do life. Really, San Francisco has a lot to offer, especially when it comes to people. I find that it's people that almost always make my travel experience special. I'll forget the memorable sites and the delicious dinners eaten out; I'll forget the trips to the grocer and rides on the BART. But what I won't forget are the ones I did life with. And now I know if I ever find myself out there again I'll have friends, and I won't be the least bit frightened to do the same thing in another unknown city with unknown people and an unknown public transit system.
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Midwest,
San Francisco,
Travel
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2 comments:
im so proud of you brigid.
it's all about a fear of the public transit system. i have it too.
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