Funny how something as small as riding the bus can serve as a marker of a period in your life in San Francisco. We found this mini diary on Tumblr from Anna Takes Photos:
I want to share this rather crooked, boring photo because I found it hidden on my flickr and it’s kind of sentimental now. I took this in June of 2008, five years ago, while waiting to get into a show at the Fillmore. I was in high school, I lived in shitty suburbia, music was the only good thing in my life. I remember my friend and I would sit outside that post office and these buses would keep going by. Back then Muni terrified me. Five years later, I live in San Francisco and ride that very same bus that goes past the Fillmore almost every day.
Do you also remember parts of your life by the bus you rode at the time?