San Fran is the kind of place that thrives on juxtaposition and you start to see that pattern the more time you spend there. You're downtown and then instantly on Mount Tam. The facade of a place looks like shit, but it's immaculate inside. You live a coast away from acquaintances, but they treat you like family. No matter the expanses of space and distance between lives, there is a warming reciprocity in San Francisco. Flights longer than 2 hours give me anxiety. This time it was worth it.