That is a lot to live up to. Halfway through this July I am struck by how detached it has been, I have been. I displaced myself and wander streets in a city that feels at once my ideal home and a distant stranger. Not trying hard to embrace it -- because my love for this place comes so easy -- I wonder at my empty heart, my lethargic legs. I go to bed early and assemble myself to walk through a series of daily tasks, again.
Costume National shirt from Crossroads in the Castro. Pants from Etsy.
Do you know these pants? They have no label inside, but are quite well made. Perfect single pleats at the hips and back of the knees.
Mesh top shoes (!) are vintage Nine West from Community Thrift in the Mission.
I have many new clothes. Bought here, in my new city, secondhand. They fit well, and are of wonderful quality. Some are designer labels. Some have no labels. Each new garment I have bought (and there are many) felt right. With these purchases I assure myself that I have a past, that some things are certain, that I will have a bright future.