All Good Things Must Come to an End

Packing and cleaning today, I realized something startling. I'm about to leave the neighborhood that I have called home for the last 7 years. I've lived on this street longer than I have lived anywhere else in my life. This is where I've forged the closest friendships of my life. Where my heart was broken...and where my heart mended. Where I seem to have found my stride, motivation, really come into my own.

It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks. You see, I've been itching to move into SF for quite some time now. Fall of 09 is when I caught the bug. Why? I'm not certain. At the time I worked in Alameda, and had a handful of friends in the city. I started looking, getting a feel for how far I could stretch a dollar. Ended up finding a great place, in what was at the time my target neighborhood. Enter fate...and a bad economy. The company I worked for wasn't doing so well. I had survived several rounds of layoffs; so many that in fact I was the only one left. Before I signed a lease, and put down my money, my boss told me he was going to have to let me go.

My current place in WC offered me lower rent, at the exact same time. I reluctantly signed a lease. Wouldn't you know it, I was unemployed all of one and a half weeks. You read that correctly, weeks. Got a great job, in SF.

And I've been commuting to SF...and being very resentful of the 2 1/2 hours a day I lose. And being resentful of leaving my house around 9 each morning, and not getting home until 8 every evening. Add in I now seem to have many close friends, in SF, that I can't easily see after work. To be blunt, lets add in that I seem to date men in SF, and my 'walk of shame' involves public transportation. YIKES!

So, I started looking again, in earnest, after receiving a hefty tax return. Found a fabulous place, a 15 minute walk to the office. 2 1/2 blocks from a close girl friend. Close to some great night life. It has definitely been a whirlwind couple of weeks, and Monday morning, movers are arriving and I'll be a city girl.

I'll always be a small town girl, at heart.