Things I realize I miss as I get older - 1 of X
A sense of wonder
The first time I woke up in San Francisco, it was at my girlfriend’s new apartment. I had helped her and her roommates move in and spent the night, and I woke up early the next day and went out in search of a coffee shop. As I think about walking around that neighborhood, I remember having this overwhelming sense of wonder and awe mixed with hope.
It was a different feeling from anywhere else I lived, and even though I’d been to the city regularly (I lived in the East Bay at the time), this was different. I moved to the city shortly after, and while the relationship didn’t work out, I’ve never forgotten the feeling I had walking around The Panhandle that morning in early 2002.