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Finding Your Palm Tree
(Me and my friend Peter in Dolores Park. This photo was probably taken on, like, a Tuesday).
It’s easy to say I left my heart in San Francisco. My heart literally aches when I think about it – the air, the breeze, the palm trees, the sun, the hills, and the ocean. Nature is abundant and fun there. Here in Brooklyn (specifically North Brooklyn), nature is limited and often filled with cigarette butts and concrete.
In New York, you can only go to the park maybe five months out of the year. Otherwise, it’s just too damn cold. In NY, your life becomes your job, your hobby, drinking indoors, and becoming pale and plump. That isn’t to say I am a shut in – I love the outside world so much, I hate being around it when it’s not acting proper (i.e. sunny and 75-85 degrees).
But what I was lacking emotionally in San Francisco, I have totally made up for in New York. I’ve spent the last two years dating and living with a genuinely kind man who truly cares about me – something I couldn’t find within a 20 mile radius of the entire Bay Area. My boyfriend is a social worker, working towards becoming a licensed LCSW. Once he gets that, he is sort of stuck here, in a concrete jungle full of dreams, but very few trees. If he wanted to get licensed in California, he’d pretty much have to do everything all over again. So I am sort of stuck too. I love him, and he is more important to me than vistas and tan lines, but at the same time – ugh.
So, what is a girl to do? Well, I guess if I can’t move back to San Francisco, I need to bring San Francisco to us. Starting with filling our apartment with palm trees and bright colors and canvas paintings of Beyoncé.
I can handle the bright colors and Bey-art, but does anyone know anything about palm trees? We have 17ft ceilings, so we could get a pretty tall one – but what kind? There are so many! That is what this post is about!
So far, I am thinking of going with a Chusan.
(Am I a lifestyle blogger now? Identity crisis!)
