Life, Home
I thought, since I’d lived in San Francisco, I was prepared mentally for visiting New York. I was not. I found it entirely overwhelming. San Francisco may be a big city, but it’s an entirely different flavor of city. I enjoyed my trip there, but I don’t think I’ll be going back for a while. I missed the green hills and open spaces of home too much.
I think this trip did solidify for me that I really don’t belong in a city. I often feel regret for leaving San Francisco. I miss the music and the art, and the people, most especially. I don’t think the average SFer is one of ‘my people,’ but with the sheer number of human beings living in such a densely populated place, I did find my people there. Finding those people is harder out here in my far flung suburb.
Is it worth it to live in a place that feels more attuned to the rhythms of your body at the expense of feeling alone there?