In about eighty-four hours, I’ll be in San Francisco visiting my hubby for the fourth anniversary of the weekend we met. Fortunately, we’ll be LEAVING San Francisco with twenty-four hours of my arrival, bound for a weekend in Fresno…
I’m very happpy to be making this trip, because I miss Mark something fierce and because I’m looking forward to seeing some friends. But I have to say that the San Francisco aspect of the trip doesn’t do much for me. I’m not actively dreading it or anything; I’m just a touch ambivalent. It’s rather like going through a bad breakup with someone and then running into him at a party shortly afterward. I’m not quite ready to deal with San Francisco just yet. Fortunately, I won’t have to deal with it very much…
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever really be excited about visiting San Francisco again. I imagine that some sort of nostalgia will set in at some point, but I think it’s going to take quite a while…
Strangely enough, I miss LA a whole bunch. Probably because I never lived there…
