I'm starting to get really sad about leaving. 2 years in San Francisco passed by so fast. I met so many amazing, intelligent, funny, caring, beautiful people while living here. People who challenged my beliefs and people that made me laugh so hard that I spit up food, and beer. I know I am not going to really miss the city too much, but the friends I made. Everyone of them taught me something.
San Francisco taught me a lot too. When I moved 2 years ago I was a scared, self conscious, recent college graduate with too many ideals and not enough life experience. I learned to love myself more, I learned how to get jobs and how to get fired, I learned to let things go, to live more in the moment, day by day. I cried a lot, and I laughed a lot.
I went hiking many times, skiing in Tahoe a lot, I spent a weekend at lake Tahoe in the summer, I danced in clubs, stood on rooftops, went to different beaches, tried Burmese food for the first time, learned some bay area slang, rode in critical mass, tried yoga, had dinner parties with friends, went white water rafting, stood on top of Mount Tam, visited Santa Cruz, went wine tasting, tried some delicious beer from local breweries, had one night stands, learned I don't like one night stands, went to crazy parties, threw crazy parties, and got my heart broken a couple of times.
I am going to miss good Mexican food, redwoods, and warm weather in November.
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