breakups.

every time i contemplate living in a different city {which is becoming increasingly more frequent} i have an adventure day and i am reminded how lucky i am to be in one of the best places on earth.

let's just hop on the bus and go... 

it's one of my most favorite things to do. ever. to explore. to gallivant on new stomping grounds. no agenda. just you, a pal, and the whole the day ahead.
 

i had a thought... i am in a very committed relationship with san francisco. it's an unconditional and forgiving love, really. there are good days when the sun is shining and everything fits to perfection. and you think to yourself, it can't get much better than this. and there are bad days, too, when that fog never lifts and just about everything seems annoying. you find yourself shouting, why do you have to be like this? but, see, at the end of the day neither of us can imagine life without the other.

but {there's that but}, i still think a healthy break would be a positive thing for the both of us. to spread our wings. to see what else is out there. as the saying goes... we don't know what we have until it's gone. well, who knows, my darling city, we may find our way back to each other. maybe it's time to breakup... i just can't decide because oh how i love you so...