{ All photos by Indy }
New discovery: Dolores Park, in San Francisco, is the best. Apparently everybody but me already knew this, because when we went by (bottle of rose and roast beef sandwiches from Bi-Rite Market in tow) there were eighty bazillion people there, laying on blankets in the sun, listening to music, playing with their dogs, and generally being all happy and sunny and friendly and great.
When we were walking up to the park Kendrick and I were talking about how it’s felt to live near a city that doesn’t really feel like ours – New York was so familiar to me; I knew every single corner and turn and secret spot, and San Francisco feels like a mystery. And likely one that we won’t ever solve, because the reality is that we really can only make it in every once in awhile, on weekends; traffic just makes more frequent trips completely miserable. It’d be nice to pop up for dinner. That’s not happening.
There are lots of reasons why I don’t want to live in a city right now – and probably not for a long time, or at least until our kids are in college. I don’t regret the choice that we made four years ago, and I don’t regret the choices that we’ve made since. But still: sometimes I miss it. I miss the people, and the bustle, and the fact that I can get a coffee without getting in my car. When we walked up to the park it was like a parody of why city living can be so wonderful – it was this beautiful day, and everyone was happy and laughing and sort of celebrating the beautiful day together – and I said to Kendrick, “Do you wish our life was like this?”
And he looked at me and said, “Jordan, this is our life.”
Oh. Right.
Well there you go.
