Thoughts on the city by the bay, vacationing, and the one that got away

This city, this way of life is everything I expected it to be.  That's a good thing.  Because it means that I feel comfortable.  There's no transition, no adaptation, no body temperature slowly adjusting to the cold water.  It's finding a sense of place that was missing before.  Feeling for the first time maybe ever that I belong right here, right now, and there's nothing that will get in that way.

I like the person I am on vacation.  I really, really like that guy.  I want to be that guy all the time.  I want that swagger, that confidence, that charisma, that ambition, that sense of adventure.  I want to be the guy who dons a fedora and scarf, chats it up with anyone willing to lend an ear, and really experiences life by his terms.

There's something about girls with cute faces, raspy voices, and plaid shirts that turn my insides into jelly and fill my mind with thoughts of long evenings sitting across from each other in glasses, face awash in the glow of a laptop screen sipping oolong.  Eyes meeting as we look up simultaneously, smiling.