I left my heart in San Francisco. And after three months of being away from my most beloved haunts, I am finally home. I missed the San Francisco fog, 60 degree weather, and wearing a jacket in July. I missed El Rio in the Mission, Held Over Vintage in the Haight/Ashbury District, riding Muni at two in the morning, impromptu thrifting trips at the Salvation Army, and coffee from Four Barrel. Nothing compares to San Francisco. I am glad to be home.