Feels like San Francisco to Me

Photo credit: torbakhopper, flickr

Photo credit: torbakhopper, flickr

I want to talk about Tuesday, when I was walking to a party. It was a nice night, a clear one with a couple of stars poking through. The deep blue black of the night here always reminds me of frosting for some reason, like I could dip my finger into it and taste it.

So it was a frosting color sky and I was walking somewhere in the Upper or Lower Haight, where the houses are so beautiful they make you want to barf and I was walking with my layers on – at least two or three for posterity, and I was strapped into my backpack – as one needs to be because otherwise there’s no guarantee your backpack couldn’t just fall right off – and I was wearing my tennies because those are my street shoes and play shoes and everything was normal.

Maybe I took a deep breath, or maybe I looked across the street and saw a cool tree or maybe the ghost of ET possessed my body for a second and imparted the secrets of the universe to me. I don’t know what happened exactly but all of the sudden, it hit me. I felt like I was in San Francisco.

So many times throughout the day/week/year/millisecond, I’m reminded of different times and places. That breeze makes me feel like Boston. These houses seem like they’re from LA. This hamburger reminds me of that one hamburger I had that one time that was really good in Chicago at that one place.

But this moment was the first time I’d related a certain temperature, sky, and house set-up back to San Francisco itself as opposed to somewhere else. It was cool.

It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like somehow I know this place and its frosting sky and they know me too and I could wrap myself up in that sky like a big blanket and go to sleep on Ocean Beach and then watch the city get lit up from the other side in the morning since we’re on the West Coast in case you forgot. And I can mix metaphors like I don’t even care. Frosting, blanket, fishnet stockings – who cares what you call the sky? Not San Francisco.

And as I’m writing this, I’m realizing that maybe what I really wanted to talk about is how I want to be an astronaut and go into space and taste the sky. Is it frosting? If so, what kind – is it like a cream cheese, or a royal, or a ganache? And what’s under the frosting? Are black holes really some kind of molten chocolate pit, because that sounds pretty awesome especially with the possibility of time travel thrown in there.

But no matter where I end up, be it in an infinite spiral of swirling buttercream or wandering somewhere in Upper or Lower Haight, I know I’ll have that feeling of San Francisco sitting on the shelf of my mind in its mason jar, ready to be whipped out when it’s time to reminisce in the next city.

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7 thoughts on “Feels like San Francisco to Me

  1. tedstrutz says:

    I’m glad you are enjoying San Francisco, Emily. You wanted to be there so badly and now you are there… and it seems finally a San Franciscan. I’m wondering if you ever went to the BV for breakfast to have an Irish Coffee and a shot of Akavit for me? I’m sure you have some lame excuse. Do I have to send you the money?

  2. We went to London this summer and had a fantastic time with the family. I’ve had multiple times since that I’ve been transported back there. It’s just like you said. The most amazing warm blanket ever.

  3. Dianne says:

    Reblogged this on Dianne E.C.E. and commented:
    This post is amazing. It reminds me of when I used to walk to school in the early morning, the sun barely rising, the light mixing with the pollution of the city, and I realized that moments like those were God’s honest truth and I knew the meaning of life even if I couldn’t explain it to someone else. I also freaked out a little bit about how wonderful the frosting and sky metaphor is. It is the kind of phrase that makes my heart hurt, but in a good way.

  4. Dianne says:

    I really enjoyed this post and your writing. It actually reminded me of when I used to walk to school in the early morning, the sun barely rising, the light mixing with the pollution of the city, and I realized that moments like those were God’s honest truth and I knew the meaning of life even if I couldn’t explain it to someone else. I also freaked out a little bit about how wonderful your frosting and sky metaphor is. It was the kind of phrase that makes my heart hurt, but in a good way.

  5. tomwisk says:

    Em, SF has grabbed your soul. Very few places can do that. Hold it dear, bottle it if you can and carry it with you as you explore.

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