Big cities have always been good at challenging my self worth. There’s nothing quite like walking the streets as a tourist while knowing your peers are doing the same as workers on their lunch break.
San Francisco was no exception. Except it was worse.
It had everything a shiny city does, plus more. My favourite mountains and oceans, hills and beautiful houses — it had everything.
It made me wonder what it would be like to live a different life where I’m not Flora who’s only half employed, but Flora with a cushy job at a big tech company, Flora on her way to her second promotion, or Flora the influencer.
But are those lives what I actually want? Or just lives I want because I see others living them?
Being human is a curious thing.
San Fran was everything I expected it to be. Despite the challenges it brought me, I continue to miss the relentless sunshine and ocean breeze.
I’ll come back for you.