It's as if I haven't returned home yet. I'm still there, walking through the streets, taking in all the scents passing by restaurants, enjoying Union Square and basking in the warmth and cool ocean breeze. San Francisco was truly a blissful but very short week, and I'm still floating on clouds because of those few days. If I could return this second I would do so without hesitation. Everything I've thought about San Francisco to the food, the people, shopping, sites, atmosphere surpassed my expectations. This is a place I see myself settling down at in the future. Even though America is not my home, I can now rest easy to know that I've found a place in California that I can call a home.
This starts my mini-series of my time in San Francisco. What was the first thing I noticed? The beautiful architecture. I immediately fell in love with the beautiful, vibrant, Victorian style houses, and the abrupt change to the old to the towering glass giants built throughout the city and in-between the old spaces. The chipping and fading paint did nothing to take away from the style, it only added a uniqueness. I was so intrigued by the different colors of the houses; pink, yellow, lavender, green, orange, turquoise. It was as if each house had their own character and a story to tell. Architecture is something I've always been inspired by, and I grow tired of the towering corporate glass buildings. It was such a refreshing change, especially when you live in an area being overtaken by high family apartments and upscale buildings, and to be able to enjoy some old style would require a travel to a historic site or get away from the cities.