SF: Old things

It would not feel right to come here without visiting the old places. We stopped by Dad’s old house. There’s not much to see from the street, and it was painful to be there, because it felt like we were visiting nothing. A hole. The community garden up the street, on the other hand, felt full of life. I have had thirteen years to get used to visiting there in memory of my mom.

We had promised ourselves that we would come back to the Richmond district for dim sum and donuts.

We made ourselves a great picnic at the library, and went home feeling fulfilled.

I think this needs doing, because it’s either go to the old places or avoid going to the old places, and avoidance doesn’t seem right. But I’m glad to spend most of our time on the fun new stuff.