Am I Leaving My Heart in San Francisco?

My time here has come to a close. I've worked a bunch of food festivals, cleaned up some beaches, volunteered at events, and read a lot of books. Soaf and I went to lots of dinner parties, watched So You Think You Can Dance with Senait and Ilya, harassed other people's dogs, and discovered the city during all of its festival season splendor. I've participated in some interesting, um, "things", and have met some rather interesting situations. I began cooking for my friends again, and towards the end, I was even hanging out with some boys who make ramen (haparamensf.com). Cooking is still fun.




The verdict? I can't decide yet. I've made no promises or committments to anyone. I've had a good time, honestly, and the entire Bay Area has been really good to me. But enough to call me back? I think it might be too cold, too cluttered, too concrete. But I can't say that without having left and seeing something that's not. Maybe the opposite will be too little for me. So know this. If you made me smile, thank you. If you made me laugh, I probably know your name. In the past four months I've been affected in a positive way, and I feel like I'm leaving this city as a happier person. Positive energy is infectious.