As much as I adore the year-round sunshine in San Francisco, I do miss the steaming hot summer back in Boston. I love the hot days where only a dip in the ocean will truly cool you down. I miss warm nights spent sitting around a campfire drinking and laughing. I miss cold lemonade, corn on the cob and lobster. But most of all, I miss my family. I have a large extended family on my mom and dad’s side and miss the raucous family gatherings. I miss my sister, my mom, my dad and my dog. It is hard to figure out where I belong, with the East coast pulling me back with memories of childhood, families and friends. And yet the West coast is sunny, easy, happy. I eat beautiful fresh produce and frolic in the parks year round. San Francisco should be my perfect city, if it weren’t a long plane ride away from my family. Where will I end up? I’m not sure. London still calls me, making me want to go back to one of the happiest times of my life. Boston calls me with family and friends. And San Francisco keeps me for now, who knows for how long!