SF: day 1

San Fransisco makes me think, as many big cities do, in a completely new way. I guess it's because of the exposure to different sorts of people. In a town like Eugene you get trapped in a certain demographic, but in a city you can experience so much more. 

However, the part of this trip that isn't as effervescent, is the people I am sharing it with. The stark differences between my mother, sister, and I are aggravating at best. The world that is so crisp and bright to me seems so muddled and grey to them. And boy are they sensitive, in this way that drives me completely crazy. They can throw around insults all day, but as soon as someone reciprocates they retreat like some sort of injured animal. The worst part about it is that my mom isn't usually like that, but something about my sister makes her naive. I don't think they're ever going to understand how I am, but I think that'll be okay. I'd rather be me than anyone else.