mission superstition (part 1)
back when i was living with victor in redwood city, ca, i wondered where i would live when i moved back to SF. i considered many neighborhoods... the TL, back to the castro, SOMA... my most frequent thought on the commute between SF (work) and RWC on the caltrain everyday was wondering where i would live.
the day i signed my lease to my apartment in the mission, i though to myself 'i always said i would live in the mission. here i am.' i looked around at my apartment, walked around the building, my block, even went to the rooftop... but something was not right to me. i considered heavily for several weeks if i had made the right decision. after some time i ended up getting used to the way things were and began to grow happy that i was living in one of what i consider to be one of the most colorful and culturally rich neighborhoods in SF. i am, to this day, content with my move.
the day i signed my lease to my apartment in the mission, i though to myself 'i always said i would live in the mission. here i am.' i looked around at my apartment, walked around the building, my block, even went to the rooftop... but something was not right to me. i considered heavily for several weeks if i had made the right decision. after some time i ended up getting used to the way things were and began to grow happy that i was living in one of what i consider to be one of the most colorful and culturally rich neighborhoods in SF. i am, to this day, content with my move.