I've loved living in San Francisco. I won't lie about it, this city is phenomenal. Take a walk up California, headed west into the Presidio, and you'll see the picturesque doll house homes. It's beautiful. Walk to China Beach and view the Golden Gate to your right and the Pacific to you left. It's inspiring. The rich history of multi-generational Sicilians, Chinese, Italians, makes for interesting conversations with any local SFranciscian. Pop in to a bar in North Beach and strike up a conversation with a local and you'll get an earful of lore about gangsters, how it used to be, and why liberals are the most racist people in the world.
My time is up here. Well, it's up in 39 days. I'm moving to Chicago. I need a big city, I want a big city. I want to attend an art school with other commercially driven students. And The San Francisco Art Institute ain't doing it for me. I'm not one to stick around when things aren't going in the right direction. Do I have to say it? Life's too short.