Home Sweet San Francisco: On travel, life, and coming home.

Ever since spending three months in a yurt on Canada’s Salt Spring Island last year, I have wanted—to paraphrase a long-time hero of mine, Virginia Woolf—a yurt of one’s own.There was just something about living in a circle that won me over—waking to the pink clouds of dawn in the domed window above me, listening to rain and snow fall on my canvas roof, and watching the moon cast white moon-shadows through the roof window at night.