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The cold air met my bare skin. I pushed my sleeves down, it was the only way to get warmer. The cold San Franciscan air was around me, also were the people who walked on the streets. This was unfamiliar territory, buildings touched the sky, and people of every type were found in the walkways. It was a clear day, not a chance of rain, although the sun could not be seen from the shelter of the buildings.
Unrecognizable faces, stares, tongues, and clothes were too much to take in, the only choice was to focus on a smaller range of objects. Vehicles. Taxis, bikes, vans, limousines, trucks, buses, trolleys, motorcycles, and a strange yellow vehicle. The strange yellow vehicle had three tires, they were put at each corner of the vehicle, making the vehicle a strange triangle shape. The strange yellow vehicle seemed to be no surprise to anyone except me, so I tried my best to act as if I didn't have curiosity. As the three strange yellow vehicles turned around the corner, I realized where I was; San Francisco, the city which creates stereotypes for the state of California. This small portion of California was it's own country. San Francisco holds much more than graffiti and hobos. When I came to realize what this city could supply for it's diverse citizens, I realized how San Francisco is much more than a city with weird people.
I got up from the cement seat I had been sitting for three minutes, and decided to walk back into the mall which had too many stories to count. As I entered the mall I looked for familiar stores, but instead I found myself in a new world, a world that had more shops in eyesight, than how many shops filled my hometown mall. After fighting my way through a crowd of people, I managed to reach a store that had seemed to be somewhere I would like to shop. I walked in and found myself in the women area, which would not seem strange to San Franciscans, although being in the woman's section was not my objective. I finally found the men's section and decided to search for a jacket, since it was cold outside. I found a nice jacket, one that looked reasonably priced for my 80 dollars, just so I would still have money for food and other things. When I took the jacket off the rack, I looked for the tag, and found it cost $189.99, which was more than double of what I brought.
I decided to leave the overly expensive store, because I was not going to buy something that I could easily get for $120 cheaper in my home city. It didn't take long for me to realize I was not prepared for San Francisco, and that it may hold big opportunities for it's diverse citizens, but it does not hold the opportunity of buying clothes efficiently.