News. Home. Finally.
So the big news is that I am moving back to the Bay Area at the end of the summer! Slim has been accepted into UCSF pharmacy up there, so off we go! I feel all kinds of excitement about everything going on, but it is tempered by all the preparations that need to be made in the coming months. It feels strange, after agonizing for weeks over the decision, to be finally decided. In the interstice of being San Diegan and San Franciscan, I find that I'm reluctant to let my feelings coalesce into coherent thought. Better to enjoy the raw little twinges that pop up in off-guard moments: Things I'll be able to do. Things I'll finally be a part of again.
This is a little bitter-sweet since I have really built up a soft spot for San Diego. The San Diego that I have cooked down to a frond that suits my taste. I have been lucky to have made really good friends here, people of exceptional spirit and optimistic tenacity. I have learned here, over and over, that hardship and tragedy can be held at the door. You deal. You get yourself back. You go back to the party.
I haven't even figured out when I should start saying goodbyes. Part of it is the timing of it, since I don't want to be saying goodbyes for three months. But really, I think I just don't want to. Everything here has taken on a nostalgic haze, the dust of memories scattered forth with every outing.
So that's the news. You'll probably be sick of hearing about it come September since I have alot to say about it.
--tJ
This is a little bitter-sweet since I have really built up a soft spot for San Diego. The San Diego that I have cooked down to a frond that suits my taste. I have been lucky to have made really good friends here, people of exceptional spirit and optimistic tenacity. I have learned here, over and over, that hardship and tragedy can be held at the door. You deal. You get yourself back. You go back to the party.
I haven't even figured out when I should start saying goodbyes. Part of it is the timing of it, since I don't want to be saying goodbyes for three months. But really, I think I just don't want to. Everything here has taken on a nostalgic haze, the dust of memories scattered forth with every outing.
So that's the news. You'll probably be sick of hearing about it come September since I have alot to say about it.
--tJ