Friends don’t let friends move to San Francisco — or something like that, right? My good friend J recently packed his bags and headed west. My heart hurts today as I struggle to entertain the thought that we will no longer be able to rendezvous regularly and talk about seemingly nothing and everything for three hours over chicken lettuce wraps. So, for abandoning me here in the east, I think I might send him some hate mail on this Mapnote by Maptote.
Photo by Peter Larson.