I left my heart in San Francisco...

I'm sitting in an internet cafe on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. I walked down here on my own and retraced steps I've taken with my dad so many times through the fish markets, the salt water taffy shops, pored through buckets of seashells, and climbed the stairs down to the pier to see the sea lions. I even ate fried fish right bought from a street vendor- just like my dad would have bought. All of a sudden I feel very grown up doing this on my own.