sometimes we park on a street called Webster. i’ll purposely push for us to do so quiet often - mainly because of this quaint alley. it leads us straight towards our sweet little 850 sq ft apartment that was complete godsend.
as we walk towards the other end; for a moment I’m in my early twenties again, wandering through San Francisco alone for the first time getting lost in the quaintness of the city of neighborhoods. when we reach the mid point i remember where i am and that this little alley leads to our beginnings of husband and wife. i see the fish co. on the corner and smell the aroma of chai from the tea bar below us and as we inch closer, we smile knowing we are home.