October 4, 2011

three weeks later.

One day you feel like you've been dropped into a neighborhood you don't recognize. You wonder if you'll ever memorize the street names--if you'll ever learn where the hills rise, where the sidewalk sticks out into the street. You wonder if you'll ever get used to the trees.

And then, three weeks later, the local grocer knows your name, the barista down the street knows your order, and you can't remember how you ever lived without the smell of the ocean. 

Funny how quickly a place can feel like yours.

(Photo: My Flickr)

7 comments:

Vi said... [Reply to comment]

Your posts are always so true and beautiful.
Vi

Jessica Clem said... [Reply to comment]

I LOVE your blog! I found it through "Coeur de La" and just love your writing and your stories. I am a writer as well (aren't we all?) in Omaha, Nebraska. I was in San Fran last summer and remember the black sand beach in Sausalito...so lovely!

meg fee said... [Reply to comment]

"and you can't remember how you ever lived without the smell of the ocean"

heaven. heaven. a line i wish i had written.

Laura Marie said... [Reply to comment]

@Vi Thanks, Vi!

L!$@ said... [Reply to comment]

So glad you are settling in :D Moving can be daunting but it seems like you have it under control :D

ChinkyGirLMeL said... [Reply to comment]

Awww that's so true. One thing for sure though, no matter where I am in the world I can't help but sing " I left my heart in San Francisco".

missy. said... [Reply to comment]

so cute. i love the buildings in SF.