God, I’m having a harder and harder time shaking these dark moods. I need sunshine. I’m going to go for a walk in central park.

I miss San Francisco. I miss the foghorns hooting deeply in the foggy dawn. I miss the smell of sourdough being baked. I miss the expert skateboarders rushing past me like a flock of starlings. I miss the amazing produce at the farmers market, buying a fresh pepper and just biting into it. I miss seeing one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence bustling around in a fantastic costume. I miss the hills, the burn in my legs ascending but actually getting somewhere in the end and then getting a new perspective.

New York has things going for it, but I miss San Francisco values. The only place I really feel at home here is in Central Park, and since I’m not a caveman, I can’t live there.