As you walk out and into the cool, brisk air, a familiar feeling tickles your senses. The way the air dances off your lips, making you close your eyes and inhale that melancholy, empty feeling that begs you to stay. It was the reminder that even through all this good, the reminders of what is gone sicken your emotions. It is a sign that all is not what it once was.
In San Francisco Bay area, there's a model of diversity with many different things to be discovered. It's a big and crowded city with people on every street and many people in every building.
Here, they have everything that you need to make a person happy and live right-housing, clothes, food, jobs, schools, and many forms of entertainment.
You can buy whatever you need at almost every store. Now one thing you can't buy is your happiness.
Oh by the way I'm Tristan. I live in the bay area and this is where the magic happens. I live in this small one bedroom apartment, just me, attend UCSF, and work as a cashier. All the homes nearby aren't crowded and everyone seems to be very wealthy. Most people around don't have kids but their are a few that live in the neighborhood.