Comparing these two cities is like comparing apples and oranges, hell, bananas and goats. They are so very different, but they both hold a place in my heart, not to be rallied by much more in this world. Both have played such an important role in my life. I have grown in both towns, laughed, cried, and have fallen madly in love.
I visit San Francisco now, as a visitor, as someone who is scoffed at when they say, I used to live here, but now I live in ..... enter whichever city you find fit. At the end of the day, the locals will look down on you. Wondering, how could you ever leave. Asking Denver!?! It's always posed as a question. Wondering, why would you ever leave a place like this for a city full off bulls, rodeos, and cowboy boots.
I say, my friend, while Colorado is a big state and every now and again you see a redneck driving his F250 down the highway, Denver isn't like that. Plus, did you miss the same exact scene pass you while we were on the bay bridge this morning on the way into San Francisco? Like I said, apples and oranges, tomaaato to-ma-to. It's cut throat here, even though a presence is maintained that this isn't the case.
It is true, one does leave their heart in San Francisco, well, part anyway. For now, the rest of my heart belongs in the country music singing, cowboy hat wearing, Colorado. Ok, totally kidding, I listen to indie music, wear converse and a baseball cap.
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