Yeah, no place like home…meaning, there’s no place that I really see as home. Although many think I’ve left my heart in San Francisco, it’s not really there, though I wouldn’t say it was here either.  Maybe the reason I’m so unsettled is that I don’t think I found a place that is safe enough to rest my heart.

I DO have the homey familiarity with the Bay Area…Maybe not so much now that my family moved to the east bay or “nickel and dime”, as my sister calls it, referring to the 510 area code. But it’s still a bit weird even when I’m visiting SF or the peninsula. It’s like I don’t have any real reason to be there other than to visit. And everything is different. Like I’m living in an alternate universe of a SF that looks familiar, but isn’t quite the SF that I know.

When I came back to SD yesterday, I was somewhat relieved in some ways because I know it as it is today. It’s beautiful in its own way. Even if I am alone in this city filled with douchebags. Though I still wouldn’t call it home. It’s where I live. It’s where I work. There is not much soul to it beyond that.

Well since I’m looking at that map, and it appears people or bots from all over the world come to visit this weird blog, does anyone want me to send them a postcard from San Diego? My nephew’s preschool teachers are encouraging family to write him letters, I guess to practice reading, so I’m going to send him a postcard. Since I’m doing that, I might as well open up the postcard writing to the general public. So anyone interested?