The nickname happened three weeks ago; he’s only been here a month. The city hasn’t been terribly forthcoming with affordable housing, so tonight the Moose migrates east across the bay. (Dear rent: please be lower so my friends can stay.) Still, for now the sun is out.
After a long wander, playing at tourist attractions, strolling an anonymous block in search of the steps to ascend Telegraph Hill, the tag nearly goes unnoticed. And yet here it is: some small proof that his name is written into the city already.
Yes, this one will do just fine. We’ll keep him, please.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color