left my heart in san francisco {2100 post street}

by Krystal Bick
April 10, 2015

On Krystal: Bonmot shirt (20% off with the code ‘iheartsf’); Jeans: Abercrombie (old); Shoes: Manolo Blahnik; Necklaces: Jennifer Zeuner
On Elvis: Nothing! Just his amazing fur coat πŸ™‚
I get oddly nostalgic about moving out of apartments. Even if I’m simply moving across town, there’s something about that feeling of finality that hits me pretty hard. Will I ever walk up these stairs again? Will I ever see that downstairs neighbor that I never got along with but desperately tried to befriend? What about the nice ladies at the Starbucks on Fillmore who always remembered my order — will I get to see them again? And don’t get me started on the bay windows — that perfect morning light will be hard to top elsewhere.
While I was moving out of my apartment last week, frantically cleaning (made easier with an automated vacuum bot), organizing and donating things along the way, I made a point to gather mental images of my most favorite and dear moments in this place. Because this apartment marked a lot of firsts for me. I brought my first dog home to this apartment. It was the first time I moved in with a boyfriend. It saw me through a few promotions, birthdays, anniversaries (and some heartache) — it was my home base after countless trips and my refuge when I just needed a break from the world.
I loved that apartment.
Which then, got me thinking. Isn’t it funny that we often christen a new apartment when we move into it, but we hardly ever give it a fitting goodbye? We’ll toast the new beginning with champagne, but we skip the adieu part. Goodbyes are hard — I’m not denying that. But it didn’t seem right (to me anyway) to leave Apartment 15 without a proper send off — a thank you and a celebration of sorts of all my favorite moments in that little one bedroom apartment on the third floor, tucked away in Lower Pac Heights.Β 
Given that my space was pretty empty for those last few days, Elvis and I set up camp on the floor with pizza (from Pizzeria Delfina, naturally), beer (Blue Moon!) and lots of magazines (or chew toys for him). I just love how Anna captured not only some great images but images that convey such a moment of transition. Bittersweet but with a heavy lean on the sweet side. We toasted the evening, shared stories of our favorite San Francisco memories and even ventured out to my fire escape, which I’ve been wanting to do for over two years now but never got the courage to do it. It was a lovely bookend to my California chapter — just the right final notes to start my next one here in New York.
That also means, this is the end of my “Left My Heart in San Francisco” series. I hope you enjoyed following along as much as I loved revisiting and sharing places and memories that are near and dear to my heart. I know I have plenty more adventures to document in California, and the West Coast for that matter — so we’re not finished there just yet — but I can’t tell you how excited I am to embark on this next adventure. It’s new and exciting and shiny and terrifying all at the same time. But I’m ready for it!
And in honor of that, my good friend Becky, the creative tour de force behind Bonmot (I’m wearing her marble tee here), is offering 20% off for This Time Tomorrow readers to put toward their next purchase. Simply use the code “iheartsf” at checkout.
Enjoy and I hope you all have a beautiful weekend, making memories wherever you are!Β 

26 thoughts on “left my heart in san francisco {2100 post street}

  1. So sad!! The west/best coast will miss you but I'm sure you will enjoy NYC as well. Totally know what you mean about celebrating the end of an apartment era. I am moving back to SF soon and will have to do something similar when I say goodbye to my sweet home in NYC!


  2. I've loved this whole blog series, Krystal! Such a fitting way to say goodbye to your time in San Francisco and I especially love these shots of your empty apartment. I know my own apartment has many similar memories and it would be hard to say goodbye when/if I move out of it.

    xo, alison*elle

  3. Do you have, or will you do, a post on how you came to getting a photographer to take pics of you/for you. And all pertinent details. Thanks in advance!

  4. Looks like you had a great apartment there (I love the character of those old SF buildings), I totally get your nostalgia about moving too. The last place I moved out of I'd lived in for several years and was my first place when I moved to LA. The carpets were gross and I hated the kitchen and I felt so ready to leave, but I was still sentimental when the time came. Your home represents a time in your life, you're leaving to a new one. Good luck.

  5. Lovely photos Krystal. Everything will be OK. Change is hard but you have friends in New York and new memories to make. Take care of yourself (and Elvis) – especially in the first few weeks as you settle into your new routine. x

  6. I know the feeling! Moving is exciting and tough at the same time. But there's something special about those last moments looking back into an empty space, remembering all the memories you made there. It looked like a beautiful spot. Good luck with the move!

  7. I have read through other blogs, but they are cumbersome and confusing more than your post. I hope you continue to have such quality articles to share with everyone! I believe a lot of people will be surprised to read this article!
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