Heading back to California to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family has me thinking about the concept of home.
Sure, NYC is my home for now… as a temporary New Yorker, I have taken to wearing a lot of black and can surf the subways like a pro. But having grown up in Southern California, I can’t help that the smell of ocean, sand in my flippy floppies, and yes- even the snarl of traffic will always signal ‘home’ to me.
In fact, ten years ago, Mr. M & I both would have sworn you couldn’t take the ‘southside’ out of our LA swagger… that is, until we moved to San Francisco. And found home. Or at least a second home and a brand new concept of what the word actually means.
Looking back, I should have seen the signs: my penchant for recycling… my love affair with “Full House” in the early 90’s… my insistence that A Bike is, indeed, a viable mode of transportation.
Despite only living there a few years, I never feel more immediately comfortable in a city than I do when I’m in San Francisco.
So in honor of Thanksgiving and the people and places that make you feel ‘at home,’ I’m dashing my whole blog concept of looking at one day at a time (can we call it my non-conformist San Franciscan spirit?). Instead, here’s a smattering of some of my most favorite pictures of my most favorite home-city in the world: San Francisco.
The opposite of tract home homogeneity, San Francisco oozes character from every nook & cranny.
Not content to contain vibrant splendor to their Victorian row houses, personal expression often spills out into the street.
While it’s true New Yorkers are pretty darn tolerant of anyone’s beliefs, San Franciscans take it one step further and celebrate the unique.
While we’re not particularly known for our religious conservatism, all are welcome to stay & play in America’s most liberal city.
This being San Francisco, even the evangelists don’t seem to mind sharing space with the transgendered beauties of Asia SF.
The home of Blue Bottle takes its coffee quite seriously.
Cover your ears, aforementioned evangelists… Because brunch is the Sunday ritual the bay area adheres to religiously.
And one of the best parts about living in this city- nature is literally a Golden Gate Bridge away.
It was the best of both worlds getting to live in the hubbub of the city and being a bike ride away from Sausalito and the redwood hiking trails of Muir Woods.
If I could only get my friends & family to migrate north, me & my reusable shopping bags would be all set to stay in the city by the bay.
So am I the only one non-committal enough to lay claim to multiple ‘home towns’? Do you have more than one ‘home’?
**Once again, a big huge thank you to my amazing photographer pal Ms. Ralen Gao, who took some of these photos during a girls’ weekend I hosted in SF. Ralen clearly knows her way around a gorgeous photograph, no? More of her work is featured in my post on New Orleans!**