Exactly one year ago today I posted the following message:
I’d like to take a minute to thank the Navy - for teaching me how to pack up all my possessions in less than 6 hours, and then fit them in a 5x7 ft space. I’d also like to thank the district for giving me a good 6 years, and to some certain past and current residents who made those years so enjoyable. You will be (so) missed. Bon voyage!
I was ready to leave the district. But as I find myself packing up yet again, I’m hit with a sea of reluctance. I’m beyond excited to spend a year abroad but pouty about having to leave this place after I just got here. San Fran has been good to me. It’s been good for me.
I feel guilty leaving, because I experienced so much of the city at arms length. I couldn’t get in too deep because “I was leaving for school.” But the pieces I took while I was here were so wonderful. I had just enough koolaid to be hooked.
I’m storing my things in San Francisco so I have an excuse to move back here in a year and settle down. Nailing art to the walls and learning where the light switches are and actually trying to meet more people settling down.
I said “goodbye” to DC. I’m saying “see you later” to SF.