My "Place" Writing Example

based off of Tammy's journal prompt 10/10:

San Francisco. It's the only place on the west coast where I actually took up residence and for the shortest amount of time, for that matter.

I always thought I hated cities, feared cities, got overwhelmed by cities. It wasn't the case with San Francisco.

No more towering skyscrapers and shadowed sidewalks. No more metal scaffolding posing as obstacles. No more trying to keep up with the sea of gray and black power suits.

Here. Here I saw color. Here I could crane my neck and get a glimpse of both the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge. Here I heard the sea otters. Here I heard the trolley's click-clack on its tracks. Here I smelled the Pacific and steaming chowder in sourdough bread bowls.

I can still trace the curves of Lombard Street.

San Francisco led me to Napa, Yosemite, Monterey, Tahoe, Muir Woods. I spent my golden birthday here. I tried an avocado on my sandwich. I rode the bus.