homesick
I miss SF and CA, I miss my friends there, I miss working at the DNA, I miss my shitty apt on Golden Gate at Market. I miss coffee at Brainwash or walking through Hayes Valley pretending like I am not going to get Powell's chicken. I miss heading up Haight to see Debra and Soupy. I miss being paid to travel all over the bay area for Ticketmaster. I miss hanging with friends in San Jose. Fuck I miss the sun. I miss being healthy. I miss Deathguild, Martuni's, Truly Meditaranian's lamb schwarma and real mexican food. I miss riding my scooter in Golden Gate park on a sunny day. I miss not having to explain my weirdness just being part of a weird city. I miss going to Cats I miss ending up at you guessed it the Endup and still being drunk at 10 am on a monday. I miss not needing a car. I miss Nabil and Crepes a Go Go. I miss Seattle and my friends there but somehow SF carved out a very special place in my heart all of northern CA somehow resonated with me. I miss trips to Santa Cruz, Sacramento, Chico really just driving anywhere in on a sunny day out of the city. I miss my dad but if I start thinking about it I'm certain I will start crying.