Dear San Francisco,
I keep dreaming about you.
I dream that I'm walking around and know exactly where I am and how to get to where I'm going. I dream that I'm in a sailboat, navigating the choppy waters in the bay. I'm drinking your delicious freshly squeezed orange juice and enjoying your beautiful weather.
You had me at "hello" San Francisco.
So I've decided I'm moving to be with you. Just as soon as I can afford this house: