It’s been more than a month since I left San Francisco, and I’ve been so consumed with the new life and new job in LA that I haven’t had much time to reflect on my departure. San Francisco almost feels like a dream at this point. I haven’t been gone that long, but parts of it almost seem like a fantasy that I dreamed but didn’t really experience. It’s hard to describe, and no departure from any other place has felt like that (even the shorter, ten-week stint in Guatemala didn’t cause a similar surreal nostalgia).
Instead of continuing to try to put words on the indescribable, I’ll instead shift to what I enjoy best: sharing photos of good food, good friends and fun experiences.