I was homeless in SF and Marin County a while back in the early eighties. Spent many years in southern California. Now 20 years in Georgia. That was a lot of back story to say I was expecting crazy and annoying homeless people and feces everywhere when I went back on vacation three years ago. I couldn’t find anything like that, to the point we took a few walks specifically to search it out.
See for me I’m not sure why that’s hard to accept. I think I first heard it from Alan Watts, that there were billions of years of space before I was conscious, so why am I afraid of billions of years of nothing after I’m gone?