Travelling is like time travel

It’s strange being back in San Francisco after travelling for six months.

In some ways it feels like I just walked through a door and on the otherside I was six months older. The city itself is about the same, and people - of course - have carried on with their lives.

My brother and sister both live in the city now, but oddly I’ve only seen them at our family gathering in Pleasanton the wekend I got back.

A few of my college friends are here, but they don’t really seem to change - its like staring at an evergreen. More and more I’m thinking there isnt much reason to stay in San Francisco any more, and I think that’s one of the reason I’ve left twice already.

I guess I want to make it work. But everyone I know keeps leaving…and for good!

Its been dizzying travelling so much and Im anxious to try and stay put, but Ill need to find an anchor.