I am back! It feels good. I have a limit for the amount of time that I can spend comfortably away from San Francisco, and it is something like eleven days. After that I just start to get really emotional whenever it gets foggy out, or I see a 415 in an address or telephone number.
A few things happened while I was away.
I began to dream of a mint green apartment.
I developed an interest in clotheslines.
I was impressed by sick graffiti.
...and colorful food.
I had to buy a notebook.
I wanted to adopt.
I bought a shirt for my brother.
On the plane ride home, I watched the movie "Manhattan" and ate Swiss chocolate. The dinner British Airways tried to feed us was fish pie. Who at British Airways thought this would be a good idea?
Now it is July 4th. Phew. I made it back to the US just in time.