i drive on

It has been exactly one month since I left San Francisco.

I'm tired of driving.  I've driven more this past month than I had this year in San Francisco.  I miss walking a block away to restaurants and bakeries.  I miss walking ten minutes to see my friends.  I even miss walking 45 minutes to downtown SF, passing drug addicts and homeless drunks along the way.

But that's not the way of life here in Los Angeles.  I'm referring to the walking, of course; drug addicts and drunks are plenty here.  So I make my weekly, instead of monthly, visit to the gas station and hope that when I return to San Francisco, I will still remember how to walk.

I miss the fog too.