What is this place? What even is this place?

• I’m in San Francisco for the wedding of a friend I met on Twitter. I didn’t appreciate how novel this was until people started asking me how I knew the bride and groom. and were blown away by my answer. It really is a cool thing.
• I met up with another Twitter friend while I was here and I’m convinced that this is just the world now.
• I get why people want to live in northern California. It’s just…nice. It really is nice. Temperate, pleasant, and nice.
• California is naturally beautiful. You are a short drive away from world class outdoors and nature. I get it. This is a great place to be.
• San Francisco, like all cities, is weird. But like, super weird, in a “are you alright up there?” sort of way.
• Like, you can almost see the cognitive dissonance in the city planning.
• The homeless are everywhere and are — I don’t know how to say this — extremely homeless. And yet most have smartphones — fully charged smartphones, doing typical smartphone stuff.
• And it’s not so much a homeless problem as it is a drug problem, but even that’s not capturing i.
• The Bay Area is the most significant wealth producing place on earth and yet. . . . Shouldn’t it be, like, nicer? More stuff?
• Everything is expensive. Everything. Nothing is spared.
• I can’t shake the impression that San Francisco is a city trying to be a town, stunting itself in the process. Like an adult that clings to their identity in high school.
• I got to catch the Carnaval Parade, which is more Mexican inspired than Toronto’s Caribana — and much, much smaller.
• But there were muscle cars! That was cool.
• As always in the US, the Mexican food is 100.
• I would say that San Francisco is the most diverse US city I’ve been to. Even more so than New York.

What a town.