San Francisco doesn’t get much of a summer. As a person, San Francisco would be described as “amiable.” She doesn’t have much of a personality. Always 65 and Sunny, SF is predictable; a heavy fog in the morning and evening and consistent temperatures year round. As a result, she doesn’t have a temper, doesn’t get moody and doesn’t give us a summer. She doesn’t amp up the temperature and humidity when she feels cranky. She remains the same. Chicago possessed emotion, ebbs and flows. To be honest, I miss Chicago’s moods and temperament; while unpredictable and willy, she remained consistent amidst her constant turbulence. Extended metaphor over!
In short, “home” feels far away these days. To fully enjoy summer and go “home,” I’ve been visiting my family in Southern California and plotting trips back to the Midwest. Here are some pictures from my visit in July!