san fran tales

so much happening which reminds me of what i love about summer. taking trips. friends visiting town. being outside. bbqs. flip flops. summer dresses.

end of june, i found myself in san francisco. traveling alone, visiting different friends, with little planned, and being there during SF gay pride weekend- maybe i should make this an annual trip as i did the same thing last year. sf is such a cool place and a place i find myself adapting to so easily.

my last day there, i went to a place i've never been in sf- the SF MOMA (Museum of Modern Art). there was a special exhibit on Frida Kahlo. i was really moved by this exhibit, as Frida's life and art really touched me. It was just so sad, inspiring, and hopeful. Her art reflected her life and how she interpreted her life and how she felt. And it made me think of how i handle things. when something is troubling me, it takes over everything. it consumes me and that is what fears me. i fear falling in love. of being consumed by someone and being hurt. Frida loved her husband, famed artist, Diego Rivera, so much and then was devastated to find out that he had an affair with her younger sister. they did patch things up and remarry. but that pain and betrayal is something i'd like to avoid. but of course, you've got to gamble sometimes to try to find the truth and pursuit of happiness.