Gah.
A few nights ago, I woke up from a deep sleep, and immediately started to think about moving to San Francisco, and had what was very close to a panic attack. It's so close to the move, and I feel like I have barely done anything. And I really haven't done anything, by any measure. Next week I tell my work that I am leaving in April, and soon after that I start my dedicated quest to find a job. A good paying job. I'm going to need it in San Fran. Expensive fucking city, it is.
Luckily I am going to live with an incredible friend. You really need that in a roomate. Hopefully I don't piss him off too much. Sometimes I get the feeling that I will.
Last night I started looking at apartments. There are some awesomely beautiful places. The whole city is beautiful. I absolutely cannot wait. I just have this deep-seeded feeling that this will be incredible for me.
It's just scary, is all. I mean, I've lived far from all my family and friends before. Hell, I lived out of the country. I have moved so many times, that it seems natural for me to do so. This time has made me the most nervous, though. I hope that feeling goes away soon, and all that remains is utter excitement. I feel like I need this.
I never really seem rooted anywhere. I like to be on the move. I think it is due to my upbringing. I am certainly going to miss Chicago and some of the people and places here. But I think San Francisco will be good for me.
I don't know if any of this even makes too much sense. I have been so scatterbrained as of late. Also, I have been drinking. Something new and different.
Luckily I am going to live with an incredible friend. You really need that in a roomate. Hopefully I don't piss him off too much. Sometimes I get the feeling that I will.
Last night I started looking at apartments. There are some awesomely beautiful places. The whole city is beautiful. I absolutely cannot wait. I just have this deep-seeded feeling that this will be incredible for me.
It's just scary, is all. I mean, I've lived far from all my family and friends before. Hell, I lived out of the country. I have moved so many times, that it seems natural for me to do so. This time has made me the most nervous, though. I hope that feeling goes away soon, and all that remains is utter excitement. I feel like I need this.
I never really seem rooted anywhere. I like to be on the move. I think it is due to my upbringing. I am certainly going to miss Chicago and some of the people and places here. But I think San Francisco will be good for me.
I don't know if any of this even makes too much sense. I have been so scatterbrained as of late. Also, I have been drinking. Something new and different.