Being born and raised in San Francisco has helped me develop a sense of right and wrong, what diversity looks like and how to walk in tenderloin without getting robbed. In order to fully understand my experience you must take a trip to the foggy shores of the Pacific Ocean. The sun shins its beauty when ever the time feels right not just when the calendar ends in a Y or an E. Seasons do not live here and are rarely followed, which I think, gives permission to the locals to not follow standard rules as well. You walk down any street in “The City” and you find at least someone with different colored hair, pierced something, walking hand in hand with their “life partner” of the month, not caring what any one else thinks. Even in Pacific Heights or the Presidio you will find someone expressing themselves. I love my city. The way the buses are louder than the birds and how there should be different weather reports for each neighborhood. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Even if the hipsters take over the Mission, you will still be able to find locals with their Giants and 9ers gear, drinking in the park. And even though there is that hideous blue condo skyscraper in our, once pure gray skyline, I can still go up Topaz St and see the most beautiful city in the world.