For a short while I called San Francisco home. Straight from a pampered life, away from the watchful eyes of my parents, living (not exactly) alone in the Richmond District was uncharted territory (for us then). Albeit a carefree time of my life, it was there that I learned independence and self-reliance. It was one of the best times of my life.
I don’t return very often but I recently found myself back in San Francisco again and again. Although our visit was mostly because of work, my brother and I managed to squeeze in some time for family, friends and some reminiscing. I likewise seized the opportunity to spend precious time with my brothers – one arrived with me and was my roommate then, the other met us there from Louisiana where he now (temporarily) resides.
We met up with friends at the Slanted Door lounge bar no sooner than we landed.
The next day we decided to pay our old neighborhood a visit,
passed by our old apartment and had lunch at our favorite hangout.
Thai Cafe along Geary St. has good food at student-friendly prices thus a favorite hangout.
That weekend we spent a lot of time visiting old-time favorites.
Although many of those who stayed behind after school moved out of San Francisco, they remained within the Bay Area. Some still lived in the same house we used to hangout in. Once you’ve lived there, you can’t really shake San Francisco out of your system, can you?
It was an awesome weekend reminiscing about the juvenile things we’ve done and had gotten away with. How we survived those reckless years was a miracle. Ah to be young again… even for just a weekend.