“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian cafes or hear the indie music in the bookstores I would spend my free time in. I pictured the friends I'd make, my kindred art people, and the dorm room I was supposed to move into.” ArtDreamArtistCitiesMusicLonelinessCollegeFriendsLonelyCoffeeAloneCaliforniaMuseumsDreamerFriendFogArtistsSan FranciscoEscapeCityBookstoresAlonenessBohemianMuseumBookstoreTrolleysIndie MusicDreamedTrolleyArt MuseumArt MuseumsDorm Book:I'll Meet You There Source: I'll Meet You There
“Sometimes it was hard to breathe, knowing how small my world could be. Maybe in San Francisco it wouldn't feel like the universe was conspiring to keep me in a bubble.” WorldDreamUniverseLonelinessLonelyAloneCaliforniaDreamerSmall TownSan FranciscoEscapeCityAlonenessBubble Book:I'll Meet You There Source: I'll Meet You There