The difference between New York and San Francisco is the sky. There is so little of it in New York. It peeks from between buildings. It needs a special effort to get a glimpse when standing on the street. It has a color of success. The higher up you go, the closer you get to it. Sort of like a prize for one’s progress as measured by zeroes in one’s bank balance.
In San Francisco, sky is there. It is a reminder that you have an unlimited opportunity to imagine and think and even when the dollars remain illusive, they remain within reach.
I love them both. But it is good to be home!