I leave the city often, partly in search of new perspectives and partly in an epic search for ‘home’- but I always come back with a special fondness for San Francisco. When the city is on, it’s on. And on Sunday it was magical. It was the kind of day to remind us that this is home, and most of us chose to come here because we knew about the magic. We wanted to be a part of it, and now we are. And on certain days we get to have huge celebrations in honor of the values we have in common, to show support for what we believe in.
My little brother and I walked for miles while I made a decision: I would forget a lifetime of anxiety around crowds and we’d head straight into them. We joined in on the roar of excitement while walking the entire length of the parade. When we found the Twitter crew, we spontaneously jumped the barricade to join them. We toasted on a rooftop and then pretended we knew how to dance on makeshift dance floors near City Hall. We soaked in the fundamental rights we celebrate in the city we love and call home.
It was an incredible Pride day, and easily one of my favorite days in San Francisco.