The San Francisco Affair.

I have a complicated relationship with San Francisco. I grew up in the bay area - primarily Palo Alto and San Mateo. It wasn't even until 2006-2007 that I decided that I really loved "the city" and wanted to live in it. I wish I had more photos of my first city-apartment. That was after the first bubble burst and  before this current stage of housing-madness. It was great - in the middle of my favorite 'hood and although parking was usually a nightmare - it was a such a cool, little place.

Then I moved in with the boy - into his tiny, 1-bedroom and then finally, in 2010, to our current FABULOUS rental. It was a lot of movement in a short period of time but now, I feel like I've been in SF for the longest time. When the parking/congestion/general rudeness of people/filth get me down: I hate living here. When the weather is amazing/fabulous meal/farmer's market/art scene buoys me: I love this city. Maybe it's my temperamental artist's temperament, but my feelings for this place vacillates through-out the day.

However, I will never regret having this amazing opportunity to live here. I am super grateful for all the things I've learned here.

Here, is where it all begins.