It’ll be on its own for awhile, sprinkled like glitter around Hayes Valley, the Mission, SOMA, Cole Valley, Golden Gate Park, Ocean Beach [brrr], Potrero, Dogpatch, the top of Bernal Heights and yes—even in Bayview. Oh yeah—and in the BART and MUNI, circling around in those hollow, sullen cars.
Let’s hope that one day I’ll be able to come back and reclaim those pieces and the connect them to the whole of who I am. By then I will be there for a strong purpose, and the desperation of survival will be forever behind me. The city will already remember me (and my family, too) and treat us like a friend. We’ll fit right in as if we always had a place there.
Until then, I’ll often look back at those days not as happy memories, but of a foreign time, of unrealized growth and catching a glimpse of America…[sigh].
As for people, there are a few. Those few helped me while I was there, and were good to me. The others were not, and they ultimately had the last say because once again—they controlled the money. See where this is going? [AAAAGH]
But everything happens for a reason, and this time around—even as much as I rush to appropriate it—I really do believe I went there to learn how to assume the mood of an entrepreneur. Other than that and the dining, there’s not much else in San Francisco I can’t live without. So while my heart is still there, I’m glad my body isn’t.
My mind, on the other hand, needs to be everywhere I go, and it needs to be sharp and of full facility. Same goes for my heart, too. That way I can be present in what I’m doing like all those founders are.
So yeah, San Francisco, I miss ya…