My last morning in San Francisco was hellish... I got up at 7, finished cleaning my apartment, packed the car, dropped off a remaining load of stuff at my dad's, logged onto IBM network one last time to change my address, dropped off a movie rental, cable box, house keys, said bye to a friend, Noah, and picked up malaria medication. I had to double park, make u-turns, drive around delivery trucks, etc. It wasn't until noon that I was finally crossing the bay bridge with a 12 hour drive ahead of me.
There was this haze, almost smoke in San Francisco. It continued through the whole state of California. It wasn't until the Nevada line that I started to feel myself decompress as the sky began to open up.
As I passed through Nevada the air became clear and all I was left to focus on was the open road ahead of me.
