When we thought about moving from Tennessee to San Francisco, we envisioned ourselves living in a condo in Russian Hill. Very funny! We ended up in the Outer Richmond: a colorful, unpredictable, extremely mixed neighborhood. Very different from our old established neighborhood in the South. The other day I heard a loud grunting sound. I looked out the window and saw a woman in high heels coming up our street. She was talking on the phone and walking a huge pig on a leash. The pig was wearing a scarf, and honking loudly–clearly annoyed at being made to climb the steep hill.It took me five years to feel at home here. My reward for persevering is that I love living here more than I've ever loved living anywhere in my life.
