Today is our last official day in San Francisco. It’s more bittersweet than I thought, but truth be told, I’m absolutely stoked to start the next chapter in our lives back in the South. But there are things I’m definitely going to miss…
I’ll miss that hour just before sunset when the city looks ablaze.
I’ll miss the view of the coast on a crisp day.
I’ll miss San Francisco’s landmarks, like Coit Tower and the Transamerica Pyramid, that don’t allow this city to be mistaken for anything (or anybody) else.
I’ll miss the sight of the bay and Alcatraz unfolding before me, as I drive over the hill on Divisadero from our apartment (which is no longer our apartment tomorrow) to the Marina. (I won’t, however, miss the actual hills themselves.)
I’ll miss the quirky, creative souls that pepper the city.
I’ll miss the Golden Gate Bridge, oh how I will miss her.
I won’t, on the other hand, miss the fog, not one bit. That much I can do without.
I’ll miss the view from above; we’ve now seen it from commercial plane, blimp and Cessna piloted by SVV.
I’ll miss the murky green hue of the Bay (water, I should say, that while pretty I would never put a big toe in!).
That said, I’m ready for a change and to find all the things I love about the city that will be my new—and, hopefully, permanent—home. While I may leave (a piece of) my heart in San Francisco, a much larger chunk of it has always been waiting for me back in the South. Besides, as it turns out, I’m taking the best part of San Francisco away with me.