Back to the west

I am back in San Francisco, and it's raining. On the shuttle ride home from the airport, I felt this deep sense of joy. I felt like I was coming home. In no other city have I felt this. I didn't care that it was grey and gloomy - I was so happy. Lots of warm and fuzzies!

As can be expected, I took loads of photos on the trip, which I will include in the next post. I saw my family and had lunch with Ben and Jose. It was a really awesome weekend.

In the meantime I will say a few words about my grandmother, who charmed and astonished my friends. We sat and ate lunch with her, as she told us dozens of stories about her life. I am not blind - I see that she has aged quite a bit in the last few years, but I still see her as a rock. She is so amazing. And I see much of myself in her: both stubborn, but also very loving! I feel so fortunate that I am now 30 and she is now 82, and we are still in each other's lives.