Home again, oh Bittersweet

Time: 7:12am (Pacific Time Zone)
Place: An off street from Mission

So coming home was strange. In Germany, those with US passports were put in another line. WHo knows why and that made things a lot quicker. I arrived at the gate at 8:45! Our plane boarded supposedly at 9:34 but it was closer to ten, but I was just happy that I arrived early, considering the last time we had to take bus and then walk a mile through Frankfurt airport, oi me. Anyway, then we had a plane ride and as I predicted based on the departure time I arrived in San Francisco around one and at baggage claim I was very confused because it was very big and I didn't know where my flight was because I kept seeing Lufthansa pop up and then it would leave the monitor and pop up somewhere else and my bag was heavy. But it worked out, because remember "it will be alright in the end and if it's not alright, then it's not the end"

Dog is barking. Not my dog, some other dog who lives with my dog.

Anyway, I saw my favourite street, Valencia and the buildings felt oh so small compared to the ones in Paris. This morning I woke up around 5:30am and the fog is here but knowing my neighbourhood it will just burn off around noon. I do love the colourful buildings, the fog and the way the light hits the fog but I do miss stuff from Paris, especially knowing where the food is. I must have stared at the frige for fifteen minutes before getting something to eat. It was a hamburger, I like unusual breakfast food. Oh and I wearing mismatched socks! I missed that.