Sometimes, I think it's tempting to feel like you can love only one hobby, one style, one place. For a long time, I felt that loving San Francisco would lessen my love for Chicago and Paris and San Diego and Oxford — as if too many loves would dilute each of them. I didn't want to be the boy who cried wolf, so to speak, when it came to falling in love with a city. I felt the need to choose.
But this week, I threw that theory right out the window. This week, I acknowledged that yes, I love this city. I love it in my bones. I love it for its color and its hills and its wonderful, unpredictable weather. I love it for the fog and the green and the blue and the charming, eclectic neighborhoods.
I love San Francisco. It's home. And so is Chicago. And that's okay.
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