I spent my first few months in San Francisco crashing on my sister's floor at 17th and Dolores, in her 420 square foot studio. I had just left Chicago - a city I deeply adored, that was full of people I was afraid to leave. I only knew a few people in San Francisco, and despite their heroic efforts to keep me calm I was panicked. I was so far from everything familiar. I didn't know much about the city, my long commute out to the suburbs for work was driving me insane, I was living out of a suitcase, and I missed my former life. There were many mornings I woke up thinking I had made an enormous mistake.
On the other hand, I was living steps from Dolores Park, only a few blocks from the Castro theater, a quick walk from legendary alleys full of street art, never more than a few feet from a painted Victorian. On weekends I'd wander between neighborhoods, in complete disbelief that every corner I turned was more beautiful than the last. Something was always blooming. Fog was always rolling over Twin Peaks. Even in my confusion I couldn't ignore how enchanting this place was.
And so I fell, hard, for San Francisco. This playlist is full of West Coast lushness - perfect for an afternoon in the park or a drive down the 1. Don't they always say that the easiest way to get over an old love is to crush on a new one?