I [Heart] San Francisco
It is clear to me that I belong in the city. Walking around San Francisco today ó Union Square, Chinatown, the Financial District ó I was hugely energized by the proximity of so much civilization. I'll admit it's wholly likely that some or most of my energy came from being on vacation: being free to wander, eat, browse, drink, shop, and sit right down in the grass of Union Square and read the paper as the mood struck.
This is also not to say that I don't live in the city. While our house is, in a sense, above and removed from the city, and while the closest commercial bastion is suburban Glendale instead of a legitimate urban core, it's hard to consider anyone actually living within the city of Los Angeles as somehow removed from the city.
Less urban areas where I've vacationed have left me with an entirely different feeling. Not unenjoyable, mind you, but going to ARC (a wooded, rural retreat center) or the family cabin near the Canadian border instill a sense of stillness that rejuvenates me to return to cities and their civilization, rather than making me feel like I could stay in the woods forever. Being here, in the heart of San Francisco, I do feel like I could stay forever. After Abby were sent for, of course.
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I have consulted with Abby. She will consent to move only if there is a new woodpile for her to nose around in.