Writing to you from not-San Francisco. Not-favorite city. Not-simply-walk-to-the-top-of-any-hill-for-a-bay-view. What my location is (Los Angeles) matters less right now than what it’s not. Because when you come back from a place—and here’s the part where it’s different for everyone but still universal—that you really feel you belong, at least for any moment of your life which could be just that day or two years or forever though it’s most likely not or even in memories real or made up (both truths), your location afterward is only that: a place.
