San Francisco

San Francisco

This sleepy Thursday twilight my lovely city stepped out in her best. She dripped herself in ambers and tinted her smile with a dazzling fuchsia. It funny how I’ve always thought of cities as masculine. LA - the glitzy movie director, New York - the artsy, culture one, and Austin the bbq and football loving frat boy. But somehow, San Francisco, despite its overwhelming tech developer energy, in my eyes, has transformed into a female city. The curves of her hills and constant weather mood swings that go from foggy morning to sunny afternoons, to stormy nights, have all correlated to my own gender. She became a force to be admired and explored. I approached her from the outskirts with newfound curiosity, first familiarizing myself with Potrero and Sunset, before venturing to the Mission and Presidio. I learned to appreciate the logical with the absurd. Create my own beautiful experiences, and tackle difficult excursions. And while I don’t know how much longer I will live here. San Francisco will always be the place I found my footing as a woman, with flaws that I accept and strength I previously refused to acknowledge.

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