I was in Utah a couple of weeks ago and when I landed back in San Francisco, it just felt like I had come back home. Home is an almost alien concept to me. I grew up pretty much like a nomad. Through the years of 0-18, I never lived in a place for more than 3 years. College was probably the only place I was at for 4 years. People ask me all the time "was it weird moving every 2-3 years?" I tell them, "Thats all I know, it would be weird staying at the same place for more than 3 years!"
Now that I know that I am leaving San Francisco/Bay Area, I feel sad. I feel like I found a place that was as close to home as I would get (or maybe I am just getting older and sentimental!). Every time I drive down 101, I look at the bay and think about how I wont be seeing it on a regular basis. I look out of the window and see the ocean and think the same thing. I look at friends and think about how it will be different. I am no stranger to moving, but this one seems the hardest one yet.
Ugh I am rambling...
Here is the view from my window...
2 comments:
I can relate to this post. TO is probably the first place I've lived for more than 5 years, previous record ( of 5 years) held by Oman.
I get the bug every 3 years or so. So now i feed that feeling by moving within the city! But its nice to belong somewhere i suppose. and now back to some backbreaking gardening ;-)
GJ
I love you view!! It makes me miss home! I've always hated moving. We moved houses quite a bit growing up but always stayed in the same area. We may have to continue moving around in the future, but after this experience in NY, I would LOVE to eventually just stay in one place! =)
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