Breakfast on the Road
I couldn't sleep, so I'm sitting in the lobby of a hotel in Yreka, CA having a quick bowl of cereal an cup of tea on my way from Seattle to San Francisco, while Patrick sleeps. This move is finally sinking in, I think that might be why I'm sleepless, even though my eyelids feel heavy and I am exhausted.
I find it mildly ironic that the sum total of my five years in San Francisco eventually led me back to Seattle, where I started this whole thing in 2007. But I don't really think it is any indication of failure, as I may have thought even a year ago. Rather, I'm looking forward to starting this new chapter of my life - our life, together - with Patrick.
I'm a little scared, which I guess is only natural. But I think (know?) this is the right thing to do. We've talked a lot about this new adventure, and he's really looking forward to exploring his new home. And I'm excited to show him.
It seems like one of the lessons I've taken away from my life in San Francisco is that Seattle really is a wonderful place. A beautiful place. My adopted home (and it really will always be a home to me, in my heart) has given me a newfound appreciation for my hometown, and sharing that with my partner is going to be an eye-opening experience.
So, all in all, it's just a continuation of the hard, long, amazing, horrible, wonderful journey that led me to start this journal out of misery and frustration so long ago. I guess it would be wrong to stop chronicling my life just because it's taken a change of venue yet again.
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