This will be brief, as I’m about to run out the door. But, as per usual, I’ve been a blog slacker, and wanted to check in with the interwebs.
I’ve left San Francisco, and am back in New York. This has been long anticipated, and yet…my emotions are not entirely where I expected them to be. Here are some things I was not expecting:
- To start to fall in love with San Francisco.
- To make some incredible friends (and deepen existing friendships).
- To meet someone I actually like days before leaving.
- To feel at home.
- To feel homesick upon my return to NY.
- To be sad to leave.
My time in San Francisco was brief, and really rough along the way. It’s easy to forget how hard it is to move. Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited to be back in New York. This is home, I’m begining a new adventure. I look forward to old friends and new and the energy of Manhattan. But, I’m sad to have left that city by the bay. It’s cliche, but SF will always hold a piece of my heart.
