Lifeinthekeyofme

2 years ago I came to San Francisco to start anew. It seemed like a big risk with lots of potential.  I arrived on July 2nd, 2007, which was also the same day I had ever set foot in San Francisco (yeah, I was sheltered). In that short day (I arrived around 6pm), I realized that Ingelside was not really San Francisco, and that Ocean Beach was COLD. In the 24 months since then, I have made incredible friends, had ups & down in life (and work) and now know where I truly want to end up someday.

Yes, someday…I will be back but  TODAY I am leaving SF which the eventual destination of New York City. I’m scared as shit, yes, even at 35. But that’s how I pretty much felt when I moved here, and look how that turned out

Wish me luck

and thank you friends

Roman

While sipping my coffee, I remembered that I have a blog! Yes, this little page that houses some of my random deep thoughts. I am allowing to much time to pass between posts. SO I am blaming Twitter. Or perhaps I’ve just become really lazy, or my mind has gone dry and I’m unable to create anything witty. But it’s not me, it’s YOU Twitter, you’ve made my need to broadcast my life into an easy process.

I am not quite sure if anyone reads this anymore, but if you do, guess what? I’m moving. It has come time for me to leave San Francisco, which I will miss DEARLY. But there’s a part of me that’s always wanted to experience the buzz that is…

So yes, I’m moving to ….

I should be there around July (no later)

will you take me out for coffee?

am I losing my mind?

Pill, please?

I woke up feeling like crap, body aches, upset stomach and had the most wickedly awful dreams about calling off my wedding because I had a gig that night. Now, for context, I am neither engaged (or have a girlfriend) or am in a band (nor play an instrument).

I had some generic Nyquil, apply titled “Nite Time” that I took last night, and I’m sure the dreams had something to do with my consumption of it. But the whole wedding thing, very odd. And yes, I’m totally reading into it because I am still feeling like crap and trying to reserve energy for Pub Quiz tonight (and beer). Maybe I really don’t want to meet someone and just really want to jam? (that sounded much funnier in my head than it does reading it now)

I’m going to ponder this over some coffee