I was overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions during my two and a half days in San Francisco. I missed my grandad terribly, and every street I walked down held some lost memory that filled me with longing and nostalgia. I had loved living in San Francisco. It's a city full of action and adventure— I had my dear friends, my favourite haunts, and the food— oh the food! I was visiting an old love who I never quite lost feelings for, but I know deep down inside that we just can't be together.
