August 18, 2008

love letter to The City

Dear San Francisco,

i love you. Of all my city-crushes, you have the most longevity. i feel like we're childhood sweethearts. My first memory of you was when i met you on my 8th grade trip and you showed me Phantom of the Opera and boated me around Alcatraz and stuffed me with saltwater taffy and i took lots of pictures with Jamileh. (who, in fact, LIVES with you now, so how about that?!) i've been back many times hence. i can't stay away from you! Even when i lived far away in San Diego i was drawn to you and you provided a single hotel room for me and my 9 friends on our road trip. This is the force of my attraction to you, San Francisco: i have the audacity to bring my husband into our little escapades. i can't resist playing with fire! What else have you given me....oh, twice i've met up with Old Chum Chrystal within your Golden Gates, three Giants games in that Park To Beat All Parks, a rare and cute li'l victory for the 49ers, escapades with Erin, Matt and the Rostens, shopping, getting my hair did by Margaret with Other Kallie, shopping, flying out to Hawaii with the Moores, BARTing around with David, lunching with Korina, shopping, and most recently, strollering around with LizziePotato and Matt and Brendafer. You have such a lovely park, SF! i never knew that. Your balance of urban development and natural beauty is an impressive feat, and it's more than just that you're an island. How convenient was it that you offered a Japanese tea garden the day after i finish a huge novel about a Japanese tea house? Pretty clever SanFranny. You're the home of so many great things: The Pursuit of Happyness, The Mighty B, the hippie movement... there's no topping you! i admit that your being true-blue NorCal makes me love you even more, even if that's not fair to Portland. And oh- you have a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf! that just about closes the deal!! i like your towering hills, though i confess they frustrate me sometimes. i love the buzzy cable car sound and the bread bowls. You loom out there in the ocean like a spooky mirage, and there's no city like you. Oh Saint Frank, what are we going to do? i know you deserve more from me than occasional visits and professions of adoration, but you're a costly city to live in and i'm just such a fickle waif. i can only promise that you, first city of my heart, will forever remain such.

Yours in chocolate and chowder,

Kallie

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a good job! My favourite city!!