view from a hill

Tonight I went to a house of someone I don't know, who wasn't even there. My coworker was house sitting for his friends who own a home up on Potrero Hill, which means their views were INCREDIBLE. We used to live up there, and I got really nostalgic as I was trudging up the horrific hills to the house. I took my time, realizing it would be the last time I suffered that walk. I went past the All States convenient store, the Potrero branch of the public library, Klein's, Goat Hill, all the things that I first discovered when I moved here almost three years ago.

Then I spent the evening with co-workers drinking wine and beer and eating food that totally did not need to be consummed. It was gorgeous outside - sunny, a little wind, and warm for the first time in almost two months. And the best part: NO RAIN! The house had a very well landscaped back yard, with a pond and fish. I wanted to stay forever, but Audrey needed to be fed. I feel the dog may be a hinderance at times in my "new" life in Chicago. I left and realized that my favorite coworker and I only had six days left of work together, due to him taking a vacation next week. I was near tears. I love that man.

I walked down the hill to the 22 and absorbed and memorized the insane view of downtown and of the East Bay. For the first time this week I started to wonder if maybe I made the wrong decision. However, as much as I love San Francisco, I don't love my life here. This city is incredible, and my life here is totally sub-par. I have to remember that distinction these next few weeks as I do all these things one last time before heading out.