Friends, family, whoever is reading this—
Life is interesting. Not because I’m doing interesting things (well, technically I am) or meeting strange folks (but there are plenty of those around here), but because I’ve decided I’ve made a mistake, and it’s a lovely mistake.
I had no real reason of coming here other than finding out what I really want. Every day I walk out the door of 922 Union, choose to walk straight up or roll down a hill, and meander. I rarely have a plan or a destination. I plan on the weather being unpredictable. I don’t plan on being approached or approaching, buying or losing anything. I wear my most comfortable shoes and I walk.
When I’m walking I wonder what’s going on back home, and if any of the people I’m passing can tell that I’m not from around here and never was. In my mind I teleport my best friends to be by my side, to drink coffee with and show all my new favorite streets, sit on the stinky bus with me, eat Thai food or grab a beer after sundown.
People say all the time that being in a city can make you feel more alone, and it’s sometimes true. But alone hasn’t met me yet, with all I’ve yet to meet and feel here. Some days or minutes I want to go home to feel home, when I’m weaving through crowds at crosswalks or wishing I had a companion. Right now I want to spend the rest of my twenties here, learning how life is conducted…
The classics lay on the beach
wary sunshine ticked a sky
of clouds as numbers, air as time
chairs repaired by soakers spread
with sweating drinks and aspartame
The day played arid calm
A lagoon awaken by stones
tossed from spokes spoken on gravel road
where child and chrome rolled
it was, home on hold
Sun casually ceased,
air deemed it time.
TO SAY THAT I’VE NOT BEEN DOING MY SHARE of writing lately is an understatement. I’m seriously slacking. The good news is, things are really wonderful; the bad news is, it’s almost time to move on.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been trying to uncover more layers of the city. I’ve cut back quite a bit on the walking—I was taking the same paths each day—and have taken to public transit. I’m comfortable connecting from bus to bus (I’d never really ridden a bus before I came here) and getting around. Life has been more than fair, and there is no lack of excitement. I like the city more each day, it seems, and am convinced I’ll return someday in the future.
As for my last week in San Francisco, I’m hoping for relaxation—a last hurrah before getting back to school…
Take care and be well—