"I wanna get back to my city by the bay..."

Living in San Francisco this summer was pretty amazing, but far too often I have found myself missing everything about it (certain Journey songs have been known to be spontaeneosly hummed without realizing). There were so many sensations and sights and feelings that I have never felt before. I am almost afraid that, if I don't go back soon, I may never be able to have those feelings again. I was brimming with so much potential energy when I left; I was happy, healthy, and in love.

While I am not doubting my love, I have wondered whether I could be happy again in New Orleans (or any other city for that matter). I yearn. Do you know how sometimes you are so sad that your chest starts aching? Melissa and I make plans to go back, like it is our destiny or something. "When I am screwing the California license plate on to my new car, I will know I am home." Perhaps I am glorifying, or just bored. But I know that I felt something more.

"when the lights go down in the city,
and the sun shines on the bay,
ooh, I wanna be there, in my cit-ay.
Ooowaawoah. Oh oh..."