Northern California is what i like to think a different world when compared to the likes of Southern California. Small changes such as Albertsons is changed to Luckys I believe and Vons turns to Safeway. The weather is dialectal and there is in fact no in-between it seems in both respects. Southern California is either shit hot and Northern California is Shit cold.
Aside from all those obvious differences this short trip really stood out for me even more so than the re-uniting of the family after three years trip. Maybe it was because i separated from the thrones of the parents for a little while and i got a small taste of what it was like to be on your own with a bunch of college kids. Maybe it was my appreciation of cold weather and my re-kindling of the greatness of pea coats. Or maybe it was the sight of the city not Berkeley but Downtown SF.
Then the thought hit me again. (I'm living here)
Holy shit.
thats fucking awesome.
*takes a step back
I'm imagining what may be the greatest years of my life.
And i hope that with ever single moment that happens, there will be no unrest, no long periods of down time. No seclusion for long periods of time either unless it's summer.
This trip showed me that interesting events can happen anywhere, all it takes is a little cold weather and a nice warm peacoat.
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