When I go back to the city, it’s bittersweet. I’m reminded of a time when I had all the time in the world before the real world started. I can no longer hop on MUNI to go downtown for the afternoon. I can’t just wander into Golden Gate Park until I find a place to set up a picnic and read all day.
Suburban Mom Syndrome has taken over. I have an SUV in place of a couple bucks for MUNI. I have three kids who have no idea what traffic is or how to take public transportation for that matter. I no longer wish to look for parking, pay for parking, or wait for parking.
Maybe one day my children will have the privilege to go to school and live in that wonderful city. On a recent trip to San Francisco, we dropped by the campus but it was empty on a sunny summer Sunday. Hopefully these visits will encourage them to excel in academics and apply to USF when the time comes.
But I’m not paying for parking.
Where the bar USED to be. The girls are hamming it up in front of the now sophisticated-looking bookstore.
On the way to Lone Mountain campus. Some semesters I had to climb those 104 steps twice a day. I even had a class on the third floor. I have nightmares still of trying to get to the top and not being able to find my class!
One of the houses there is a small statue of an angel blowing a kiss. I looked forward to seeing it on the way to class and again afterward. After all these years, the angel is still there.