San Francisco

It’s been nearly 2 years since I’ve taken a long trip someplace that wasn’t composed of my security blanket of an east coast. I don’t have a fear of flying. In fact, I get a thrill of waking up early in the morning, getting to the airport and unwinding on a plane with an alcoholic beverage in my hand. The idea of  getting as far away from home and traveling someplace new gives with good anxiety.

A couple of summers ago, I was freelancing as a web contractor for a company based out of San Francisco and was invited to meet with the president there. What was originally supposed to be a weekend trip, turned into a 10 day inspiration-filled vacation. While there, I stayed with a friend in Noe Valley; NYC’s version of the West Village.

I woke up each day early in the morning, and aimed to get lost in the city. I didn’t need nor wanted a tour guide. I wanted to experience San Francisco by simply taking the combination of the BART and the MULI electric trolleys on my own. Like a typical tourist, I experienced most of San Francisco through the lens of my camera. I didn’t regret it one bit.

Everywhere I went, I was blown away by the clear blue sky and a vivid view of the bay. It felt surreal to me as my vantage view of city living consists of being engulfed by brick and steel. No pun to NY or anything, San Francisco just seems more… spacious. Every once in a while, I felt guilty  allowing myself to get relaxed walking the streets of San Francisco during a typical work day, while the locals around me were going about their 9-5 day.

However, all my work meetings while there went smoothly and at the end of my trip not only did I get back to the east coast with a completely diffrent perspective on my surroundings but also felt like I’ve managed to get some work done while off on vacation.

I would love to go back there with my fiancée sooner rather then later as San Francisco is a jaw-dropping romantic city.