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Last month, I got the opportunity to fly back to my second home, San Francisco. The trip was bittersweet and frankly quite odd. I was happy to be back and see old friends again but a part of me felt like a stranger in a city I once called home. It was weird 'cause I still knew where everything was and how things work but at the same time I felt like I was back to square one - back to being a tourist.
I guess the trip could be seen as a fresh, new opportunity to see the city from a different perspective. At least, that's how I took it. In my mind, I was a newbie experiencing everything for the first time again.
It may have been the gloomy weather that magnified my sentiments. I was definitely not used to the cold anymore. It was fun to be able to layer and dust off my old boots but after a while, I just wanted to be lying on a beach somewhere sipping on a cocktail. haha! Regardless of how strange the whole thing felt, I was happy to get to reunite with old friends and find out what they're doing in their lives now. It just reaffirmed how much I missed these people and how uncertain our lives really are.
