I know. I'm off living my life and not writing about it. Crazy, huh?
A bus hit me in my car. Still dealing with insurance and, as TK said, some of the organge-y goodness has been squished out of Julius.
On July 3 I passed the five year mark of living in San Francisco. It filled my mind with nostalgia and memories of the day that Chris and I arrived with the moving truck feeling exhausted and wary and anxious. So many things have happened since then. I have fallen into and out of love, gotten jobs, gotten fired, made new friends, lost one friend, lost my two beloved grandparents, traveled, has emotional breakdowns, got help, got lost, got found...and so on.
I have some decisions to make. I keep putting them off, hoping they will get easier.
1 comment:
I'm glad to see you writing again...
5 years? I remember when I moved to San Fran. The cross-country drive, the excitement of a new city, the carrying of the stuff up all the flights of stairs...
Course I only stayed a couple of days and it wasn't my stuff I moved, but I still remember the excitement...
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