Ok, I Really Almost Did Leave My Heart in San Fransisco!

I think it's worth mentioning a bit more about my impromptu expedition to Little Italy this weekend, because it is not often the case anymore that I get struck by these wierd sentimental moods.

I have only been to the City thrice; the previous two times were during the day. As I came over the Bay Bridge Saturday night, I saw the San Fransisco nighttime skyline for the very first time.

Amazing.

That's all I have to say. There was something so mesmerizing and surreal about how I felt when I saw it that I'm not even sure how to describe it in a way that does the experience justice. I do know that my sense of wonderment carried as I drove around the various streets to the previous mentioned Escapade, nearly rear ending SF natives and inadvertently driving down trolly car turnaround alleys while I gawked at the scenery and tried to ascertain just what the hell a blinking yellow light in the middle of an interestion street dominated by cable car rails was trying to persuade me to do.

There are so many aspects to a big city, so many subcultures that are completely outside the grasp of my imagination right now that I'm completely fascinated by the discovery they even exist.

I can't help but wonder how much of my life has been wasted away in complete ignorance of entirely different worlds just within driving distance of my comfort zone? What kind of person would I be today if I had gone to school at UCLA, UCSF, or even NYU? Would I enjoy the diversity, or would I feel more alienated than I already do where I am today?

I had decided then and there, that if I do not get into graduate school this next year that I have to move to a large city, at least for six months, because right now I don't think I could make it that long in such a chaotic place, and my world view is still so small, and that's just unacceptable.