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Thirteen years ago today, I arrived in San Francisco. I walked into my new house at 11:45pm on Wednesday, June 30, 1993.

Thirteen years later, San Francisco is different, but that only makes it more the place I fell in love with when I first saw it with my own eyes. I am different, improved. Older, and wise enough to know that wisdom comes only with experience, not intellect.

Thirteen years ago, I was 29 when I arrived and Allen was 35. We had a dog, Randee. I worked for a little Mac software company two blocks away from where I work now, the center of the Mac universe.

Thirteen years ago I knew I would survive a partner. And a dog, for that matter. I knew I would survive no matter what. For the rest, I had no idea what was in store for me, and I liked it that way. I could list the bad things that have happened, and it would be a very very long list.

But the good things? Those are ineffable.

For me, ineffability always beats the torpor of a file of complaints.

Thirteen years later, that has not changed.

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Tony said:

13 YEARS IN SF! WELL SF AND THE BAY AREA HAVE BEEN HOME FOR ME ALL MY LIFE (SOME 43 YEARS WORTH) UP UNTIL 3 YEARS AGO WHEN I MOVED TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. BUT IT'S TEMPORARY,I HOPE, UNTIL MY SECOND DEGREE IS FINISHED. THEN I WANT 'HOME'BACK. YES, THERE IS NOTHING LIKE SF AND NORTHERN CALIFORNIA.

YAP, SF HAS CHANGED QUITE A BIT. IT DEFINITELY CHANGED, IN PART, 13 YEARS AGO. ;-)

Josh(ums) said:

I agree, wisdom comes not with intellect, but from something other than experience. Or at least, not experience as most people mean it: age.

We've all known someone who was wise despite their years. Perhaps it is experience through active observation, or time-compression, or some such. But I've known too many aged fools and too many wise youths to say I know what wisdom comes from. Or is.

I'm glad you're still happy. :)

jimmycity said:

My favorite word to describe Life is "bittersweet". It's a word for a little concept that really is a big concept.

As I peel my onion, I delight in finding others who are peeling their own.

It's why I find myself coming back here so often.

Thank you for sharing your perspective, so eloquently, with us.

anon said:

i've never seen those streets, or walked through that town with the ships that sail through their own history under the ground.

like this comment, i live it all anonymously. there are hundreds of millions just like me, maybe. maybe not as crazy. maybe all reaching for a feeling of connection that isn't really there; after all, it's a 'place' made for 'things' that eat, root, spread our jeans. die. rinse, repeat. we fall in love with what we think we see, i think. and it's all somewhat random, like this.

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