An Ode the The Richmond District- San Francisco

Creative Writing
*feature photo by Andrew Nassih

I have been slowly packing up my room of six years in San Francisco. When I think back on the past two times I have moved in my adult life, it’s been an interesting experience to meet this unsettling, unsure, excited, anxious feeling that seems all so familiar but so foreign and complex at the same time. I’ve been here before, but my spectacles held a different shade.

These familiar, yet unfamiliar feelings- They’re like walking through the same dream, same scenario, same lines, but in different themed costumes… Being trapped in a sort of deja vu, that you just can’t get a grasp of. Life is funny in that way; I guess feelings, emotions- they orbit like the planets. Some pulled closer than others, occurring and reoccurring more frequently. Some having more obvious effects on how we live and dissect life.

Now at this stage in my life, I am face to face again with this feeling of uncertainty, and resurrecting insecurities covered with uncontrollable excitement as I try to see what it looks like on the other side of the tunnel.  Then there are the occasional waves of retrospective sadness as you realize your attachments to your nest, your nest that has nourished your soul for so long.


An Ode to the Richmond District, SF

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An Ode to the past six years of my life.

Although I am not moving far away from you, I’ll still feel like I’ll be worlds away.

I write to you now from the comfortable, creaky, IKEA framed bed, nestled in the quiet back corner of my Victorian flat.  I’ll be leaving my three lovely, quirky roommates, who have shared the ebb and flow of all the particles that have made me me.

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You have housed a great chunk of my life and provided a safe haven of park life, coffee shops, and Genki crepes.

You have opened my eyes to a hidden world of Burmese food and Szechuan cuisine; you’ve made this LA girl miss the fog when it’s gone – The fog, whose name is Karl by the way…

Gone will be the ocean breeze awaiting me after a long day across town. Gone will be the foggy haze, Muni delays, and the conditioned inconveniences of carting half my life downtown in my backpack.

I will miss your peaceful laundromats and friendly neighbors who leave great pieces of furniture out on the street.

And to my room, I leave you now like a shell to a cocoon. Your walls may be thin, so thin that at night I can here my neighbor snoring; and the paint on your walls may be a little chipped- but to me there couldn’t have been a more perfect place to grow in San Francisco, than in this back room with the bay window overlooking the smashed gardens.

In this new moon, this resurrected orbit of emotions, confidence shines through in knowing that the time spent here has been tried, TOUGH, and true. I’ve cried, cursed, laughed, and strummed the guitar super loud while singing at the top of my lungs when no one was home. I’ve re-arranged you about a million times, each time bringing me new inspiration. I miss you everyday when I go to work. I’ll miss you even more when I’m gone.

Now take me to the sunny side- The Tenderloin, where the walls will be even thinner, the air less ocean breezy, and the Indian food a-plenty; the views a bit more gritty and the commute (time) a bit less shitty.

Cheers to you Richmond District and to this place I’ve called my home. I’m really, really gonna miss you.

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* The 5 Fulton bus connecting you from Ocean Beach to Downtown, Howard and Main Street.

Monthly Mood: New Moon, New Skin, New Fire.

Monthly Mood

Finally a four day weekend! Can I get an Amen?!? This monthly mood is more of a recap of all the craziness that happened in June and the final culmination of which I am about to drop in 3..2..1..

Yesterday, my boyfriend and I just signed our first lease to a tiny little studio downtown.

I still have to take a moment and let that all settle in when I say it out loud (or type it out loud?). In the six years I’ve lived in San Francisco, I’ve been fortunate enough to live in one house, with people I get along with, and in a wonderful neighborhood – the Richmond District. Now I’m packing up my beautiful spacious bedroom and moving into the Tenderloin! In Defense of the Tenderloin, Here is the view from our new balcony:

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I’m really excited about this move. So many craft projects to try, so much space to organize (I am a Virgo, I just can’t help myself..)  and a whole new chapter to create in this city.  I look forward to sharing some new inspiration with you all.

I’ve been obsessing  over studio layouts, DIY home decor, and balcony gardens on Pinterest. If you’re on there, follow my boards!

This month my good friend Andrew Nassih  was in town from Los Angeles and we did a quick photo shoot rendezvous in my new hood 😉 We didn’t plan it this way, I actually had no idea I would be moving  at the point these pictures were taken; I also had no idea this photo shoot was going to happen! But the timing couldn’t have been better. Check out his work – I love the grit to his style and I’m stoked that I get to be a part of the collection.

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As the last bits of June unfolded, especially after the new moon, I’ve felt a need to purge and recenter my inspiration. Now with this new move, July will be about shedding my old skin, and rebuilding the fire. I look forward to seeing you all on the other side!

Thanks for stopping by, more to come! I  Just wanted to drop a line.

D. Marie