Longest Day of the Year

I had dinner with Deborah tonight in the mission. She just moved into a new place, her own studio apartment, and I went to check it out. It's amazing. Really beautiful hardwood floors, very sunny and spacious. She is in the heart of the mission, close to all the best eateries and very close to work. It's exactly the kind of place I would live in, if I were single. Dinner was yummy and we just sat and chatted and caught up on things. The sun went down really late today because (as Deborah was nice enough to point out) it was the longest day of the year today. It was still sunny out at 8:20pm!

When I said goodbye and we parted ways, I started walking to the subway. The weather was cool, but not cold. There were lots of people out walking, and there was just a nice vibe in the air. I thought about how lucky I am to be living in a place like San Francisco: I have really awesome friends, it's never unbearably hot, there's always so much to do, there are a million good restaurants and it's very easy to get around with a car. I exited the subway in my neighborhood and started walking up the hill. I put on my iPod and started listening to Modest Mouse (their live stuff is just really good! It always puts me in a good mood).

And then I had one of those moments. You know - those fleeting ones, when you realize things will be ok. That notion that there is a plan, and you are going to collide with it whether you like it or not - whether you're ready or not. And the best part of all was that I was just so fucking happy to be an artist - to be making art and being creative. I am so glad that life didn't evolve into a place where art was just a hobby for me. And then I took this picture of the city, and walked up the hill.