The End.

It’s Friday morning, and we just woke up in San Francisco at Sister’s casita (yay). Just as expected, the city is wrapped with a thick and misty layer of fog – I never thought the day would come that I missed it, but I guess I did. As we passed over the Bay Bridge yesterday afternoon, and made the transition from the hot valley to the cool San Francisco summer, the damp air blew a sweet cooling breeze through the car, and we knew we were home. You can always count on this city to welcome you with a nippy, time to put on another layer, kiss.

There was a weird and wonderful silence in the car as we gradually made our way through the awkward merges and exit only lanes which make up the City’s rush hour traffic. In one respect, we have been on an absolutely relaxing vacation for the last three months. On the other hand, I totally feel as though we have just accomplished a wild and enduring mission. Despite the fact that we were on holiday, I feel a mad sense of accomplishment. Jarvis and I totally have a high-five moment to celebrate our success.

It’s nice to be back in a city where I know my way around. Back in the Mission where people and places have familiar faces. The long-standing streets and storefronts are glowing in a new light, and as we walk through the Excelsior, I remember all those little things that I absolutely love about this place. We have dinner with some of the family crew, and it’s almost like we never left. We are both completely stoked to be home.

I know I’ve tried to describe in words the fine points which have made this crazy connect the dots experience a complete picture. In reality, I don’t think I will ever be able to illustrate all of the moments that made this summer the best I have ever had. The current status of our nation is not just a blanket statement, it’s actually a lot of small components which comprise a greater whole – a vast continuum of colors which melt into one abstract and indescribable painting. The majority of our journey has been sugary bliss – there were only a small handful of moments that left a bitter tartness behind – and I defiantly feel as though we both got a hefty dose of The All American Way. The one thing I can say for sure about the whole expedition is that the time I got to spend with my best friend will be forever unforgettable, and the best part is that it’s only the beginning of an even longer journey that we plan on undertaking together. Frankly, it’s an indescribable feeling…sweet as saccharine sugar.