I headed to San Francisco for work. Each time I go, I always expect this will be my last trip. I am not fatalistic, I have made this trip many times over my career and have seen everything I would like to see in the city. I do not need to go anymore. This is a city I consider as my birthright. I feel a deep sense of spiritual home as this is where my parents grew up, met, married, and had me. We had moved very shortly after I was born. I always felt a close connection like I was returning home. In my old age though, I think I have lost that and no longer care about that connection or maybe it is not reciprocated.
The Last Trip to San Francisco
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