I left my heart...

I really think I did.

Just after Christmas, my sister and I took a trip out to San Francisco. It was a city I've wanted to see for years, and had planned on seeing sometime this year. So, when she desperately wanted to go away for New Year's and suggested there, I was in. We booked our tickets. And then sorta forgot we were going. So it was one of those wake-up-one-day-to-find-oneself-on-a-plane-heading-across-the-continent trips.

And it was fabulous. It seems so cliche to absolutely adore San Francisco. And yet, it's the prime example of cliches existing for a reason.

The thing that got me about San Fran was that, in addition to being a wonderful city, full of charm and character and lots of fun, great things to see and do, I felt completely at home there. Like, not just "comfortable even though it's a strange city" but actually "I could easily live here" at-home. I even picked out the neighbourhood I would live in.

When I came back, I didn't just look back fondly on the city and trip as with other holidays. Part of me actually missed the city.

Last week I watched "How to Get the Guy". A reality show about 4 women trying to find The One. It takes place in San Francisco. The next day, I kept having this feeling like I had just had a good talk/caught up with an old friend. I started to realize those feelings were related to show. Did one of the women remind me of one of my friends? Nooooo.

Then it hit me. It was the city. The shots of the Golden Gate Bridge.

I actually actively miss San Francisco. I completely understand what Tony was talking about.