San Francisco, I think I need to break up with you. This is really hard to say becuase there are so many things that I love about you but I don't know if we're a good fit.
Somewhere in between
The tight pantsed, headband wearing, custom bike and beverage consuming, insecurity oozing cuties,
The anti-everything and I-have-four-advanced-degrees-to-back-it-up "community" organizers,
The dub bumping bay area burners
Somewhere that plaid button up shirt is the same one someone has had for 15 years and not a recent re-purchase. Somewhere, the coffee in a yellow can is just as good as the one in a white paper cup with a black lid. Somewhere is where me and my people are but I haven't found us yet.