Other than that stint with the guy I adore San Francisco. In a single word – everything is compressed. So many traffic lights, and the lanes are all thin, the bus and the bike are squeezed right by you on the left and right side. A lot of people jogging and exercising on the sidewalk. Didn’t see many homeless people, or really at all. The buildings aren’t too tall so you still get some sun. Block by block by block. Neighborhoods on the hill. Give me a way to cut through the traffic – biking? a tinier car? – and I really might love this place, if I haven’t already.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391