I left my heart in San Francisco.

and now I've got it back.

So, I'm thinking I should do this more often.

I'm sitting right now in my favorite coffee shop in San Francisco.
It's right across from the ocean, right down the street from my new house, next to GG park, and it has free internet!
Who knew internet could ever be such an issue in my life?
I'm mostly moved in to my cozy little apartment with my good friend Marie.
Our landlord pays our PG&E, garbage, and water bills, but we're on our own when it comes to the world wide web.
So, for now, I'm sitting here and wasting valuable unpacking time.
And it feels so good.

I need a job so I can afford to pay for my internet.
And I need a bike lock so I can avoid having my bike stolen.
I would like someone to pay me to sit around and research strange things on the internet(that they would also provide for).
But really, at the moment, I don't want for anything.
I'm really content and really comfortable.
and I'm ready to restart my Great San Francisco Adventure.

I finally signed up for classes.
This semester should be pretty easy and ridiculously fun.
I'm taking Myths of the World; World Religions; Government, the Constitution, and the Black Citizen; Creative Reading(what?); Elementary Kung Fu; The Origins of Rock; and Growth through Adventure.
Growth Through Adventure should be SO much fun.
It involves rock climbing, ropes courses, something called a weekend adventure trip(!), and lots of other outdoor activities.
I pretty much cannot wait for classes to begin.

Saying goodbye to my mom yesterday was as difficult as ever.
I always think that it will be easier every time we have to do it, but it never is.
It's always like the first time.
Maybe even worse.
Because I'm fairly sure that this is my life now.
I'm living in San Francisco.
And, while I will go home for Christmas and a short spell in the summer, I'm mostly staying here.
And that's something that is kind of hard for both of us to handle.

She's so important to me, no matter how much I complain.
Her mother, my nana, is dying. Pretty quickly.
And it's brought about the realization that neither of us will be here forever.
We're mortal.
And sometime in the (hopefully)somewhat-distant future, we'll have to say goodbye for good.
But, until then, we'll just say goodbye, cry a few kind-of embarrassing tears in public, and hope that the months in between now and our next visit will not go by too slowly.

That pretty much goes for all of you.

Until I write again..