i’ve been home for four long months and as i imagined, life has comparatively flipped upside down. while that’s not neccesarily a bad thing, i still think about walking down polk street and feeling proud that i know how to avoid the steep hills. my sunday morning routine of listening to new music on the 27, meeting liz at sightglass, and ordering our iced mocha and cappuccino. running towards the golden gate (and also- the dogs of crissy field) and repeating in my head to not take it for granted. somehow i knew that i would only remember the highlights. none of the reasons why i actually forced myself out of the city.. and i made a list of those on more than one occasion. i left this life that i built for two years to come back home with next to no plan. the paradox was not lost on me.
anna teresa photo 