Tuesday, March 17, 2015

On not being settled

I'm getting a lot of emails and texts asking how I'm settling in; how unpacking is going; and how I'm getting acquainted to my new life. I laugh as I respond, because I'm not. My stuff is still on a truck, so I'm not unpacking. I have set up a few new items in my apartment, but I'm staying with my sister until all my things arrive. That will probably be the end of next week.

But the weather is nice and I'm doing some exploring in the area and trying not to completely lose my shit at the chaos. I don't do well without a routine, and, with the exception of my pillow, I have none of the things (or people or places) that might make me comfortable.

And while I recognize that this isn't even the hard part, right now it is very hard.
Sunrise over the Potomac on the Mt. Vernon trail.
At least it's also pretty.

Sunday, March 08, 2015

The final night

In the past week, I have hiked, biked, bar-ed, karaoke-d, and packed myself into a frenzy of other celebratory goodbyes. I have had a blast fit for capping off my 14 years in the City by the Bay. And I have sobbed all of the goodbye tears. I think I am sobbed dry anyway, but there are probably still more to come.

The movers come in the morning, and all that's left to pack are the things I need to cook breakfast, and my blankets and pillow.

I am exhausted. I am excited. I am terrified. I am so very sad to leave, and so stoked for what's to come.

And I am thankful, so immensely, beyond words, thankful, for all the friends who have packed boxes and bought rounds and sat over lunches and dinners and coffees to help me say goodbye. Tony Bennett was right: no matter where my adventures take me, I am leaving my heart in San Francisco.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

The process of saying goodbye

These past few months, I've put some effort into visiting a couple of favorite spots or tourist attractions each week, so that by the time my plane takes off (in six days) I will hopefully not feel like I've left a lot hanging here.

This week is all about my favorite places, and the last time I will see them for awhile. We've been gifted amazing weather lately, and being outside has been a joy. I'm soaking up as much sun as I can before I head to the snow.

My last Land's End hike.

One more visit to Ocean Beach at sunset.

 A final ride along my favorite city route.

This weekend is the hardest part of all: seeing many of my friends for one more visit before I leave. Those festivities have already started. So far, I'm only crying in about half of the photos.

Monday, March 02, 2015

I haven't yet wrapped myself in packing tape, but that moment might be coming

Moving is hard, life is emotional, blah, blah, blah. My apartment is chaos, I feel like I'm not spending enough time with my friends, and I'm definitely not spending enough time filling boxes.

The movers come in a week. I need a nap. But things are chugging along. I'm tired and trying to juggle too much this week. I'm also trying to remember to cherish the moments I have with friends, and the ones spent in some of my favorite places.

I never thought I'd live anyplace other than San Francisco, but I'm oddly at peace with leaving. And the universe keeps reminding me that it'll all be OK on the other end. Once all the boxes are packed and the parties are over and the tears have dried and I make it there, it will all be OK.

Monday, February 23, 2015

In a nutshell

My life recently:

"Do you want a square hipster ice cube in that Coke?" my friend asked as she poured my drink during a recent party.

"Sure, and can you serve that in a Mason jar, just to make today's Oakland hipster experience complete," I replied.

"You realize that by leaving, you're likely to be engaged within the year," a friend commented while we were discussing dating and my move.

"A dog is expensive. It'll be at least six months before I'm financially ready to adopt one," I told a friend as we were discussing my pet-friendly apartment complex.

"I don't know, the way things are lining up for you, I expect a dog to show up on your doorstep as you're moving in," she replied.
"I went out to move my car this morning, and I was parked behind a Maserati. Who parks their Maserati on the street?" I asked a friend the other day.

"Really," she replied, "how messed up is San Francisco that the guy with the Maserati can't rent a parking space?"

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Pitchers and catchers

All hail the gods of baseball, spring training has started! Pitchers and catchers reported yesterday, and it is now officially baseball season, the best time of year.

Scottsdale, 2012.
And yes, for anybody who's wondering, I will be schlepping all of my Giants paraphernalia to Washington, D.C., and I will be a Giants fan in exile. By moving to a National League city, I'll still get to see the team on at least one road trip a year, this year over Fourth of July. With fireworks that won't be obstructed by fog.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

On breaking up the band

Saying goodbye - even if it may only be temporary - has been hard. Saying goodbye to my choir has been hardest. I can't explain the power of belonging to one community for 10 years, but it's huge. They've been friends, family, and a large part of my support system for a long time, and telling them I'm leaving has been hard. I feel pretty guilty for breaking up the band.

But life changes and it's time for me to go. Before I leave, however, I'm going on tour one final time. Over the next couple of weeks, I will be hosting an iconic SF hike, an East Bay bike ride, a pub night downtown, and choir karaoke. I'll be visiting some of San Francisco's most well known landmarks, and maybe a few that are under the radar. Want to join me? Email me for details.