Welcome Home.

After two years living in South Africa, I am finally back home in my beloved San Francisco.  The 26 hour flight with a 3 hour layover was intense to say the least and I found myself in a bit of a daze upon arrival.  This didn’t stop me from taking a shower and going straight to a Mexican taqueria for a massive carne asada burrito or prevent me from going to the Verzion Wireless Store to pick up an Iphone 4.  Ahhhh the luxuries of the Western World.

I felt this mixture of elated excitement and complete sadness as I boarded my first plane.  It is the first time in my life I have ever experienced two emotions from opposite sides of the spectrum so intensely.  Odd is the only word that I can find to describe this feeling.  

 There were times during the long flight that I felt like I was going to go insane if the damn plane didnt land soon and towards the end,  a wave of fear washed over me when the pilot announced we were 20 minutes away from landing in San Francisco International Airport.  A couple tears managed to escape as the plane taxied to our gate and I found myself feeling very overwhelmed with doubt and regret of leaving behind the comfort zone we had taken two years to create.

The BART ride was long and I made small talk with my lovely roommate as I was being pulled into the city I left behind.  After taking a shower, we headed out to the Mission District, a Latino area of the city with all sorts of funky restaurants, bars and an abundance of Mexican food (also my favorite district btw).  The #14 bus, a usual route from my days prior to moving, was full of local entertainment.  First of all, I marvelled at the fact that I could ride public transportation safely and that it was so organized and frequent.  The mixture of races, ethnicities and sociology-economic levels riding public transport was a breath of fresh air and I was reminded of the typical American politeness when an older woman offered me the seat next to her with a smile.  Soon after boarding a man came and sat next to me, completely wreaking of chronic.  Maybe he had a medical marijuana license and was free to carry it as he liked, and even if he didn’t, it is illegal for the police to arrest a civilian for marijuana possession within the San Francisco city limits.  I then watched as the bus driver nearly hit a pedestrian and the ghetto woman from behind me screamed “OH SHIT!”-

I had finally arrived in San Francisco and I remembered why I had so desperately wanted to come back.


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