For most of my life, my world has been bound on one side by Laurel Village and on the other by the Presidio. I was born in Children’s Hospital, and was brought to my first home at Laurel and Clay, followed a few years later by a house in Jordan Park. College, a year in Paris, and a few Spartan years on Potrero Hill were the only times I haven’t lived over here. Sometimes I think this is... moreFor most of my life, my world has been bound on one side by Laurel Village and on the other by the Presidio. I was born in Children’s Hospital, and was brought to my first home at Laurel and Clay, followed a few years later by a house in Jordan Park. College, a year in Paris, and a few Spartan years on Potrero Hill were the only times I haven’t lived over here. Sometimes I think this is freakishly strange, like an urban legend about “the girl who never left”. People are aghast when I confess that I’m a fourth-generation San Franciscan, and that yes, I have spent most of my life in the same view page