This weekend made me realize that I’m really going to miss living in San Francisco.
It’s amazing how much thinking you can do when you’re on a small island that is called home to only 2,000 people. People that have lived a simple life for their whole lives, and are perfectly happy in their own little world. They live in a small village, make a living for themselves by farming, cooking, and gett by with the help of family and friends — not this bullshit Corporate America.
And as I laid under the Mediterranean sun staring out into the sea, all I could think about was freedom. I’m setting myself free.
San Diego. October 2012. Confirmed.
I’ve never taken a risk in my entire life. I’ve always played it safe. I’ve always done whatever felt “comfortable”. And now I feel like if I don’t do this I’ll regret it for the rest of my life; constantly wondering…”what if”? This isn’t a “what if” situation. I can’t let this opportunity slip away from me. I’m only 23. Only twenty-fucking-three. I’m not 40. I don’thaveto stay here. And if I do, I’ll probably never leave. And staying here means possibly losing you.
It’ll work out. Right? Eventually…I think. Maybe not right away, but a job will come around. Right?…
I’d rather start from scratch and have a shitty restaurant job, as long it made me even an ounce happier than I am right now. I just don’t understand this “American Dream” or whatever the hell you want to call it. We just work and work and work and work and work. And have no time to do anything else until your 50 (if you’re lucky). Whatever happened toliving.Why do we insist on staying in the same place even though we know it doesn’t make us happy. Or I guess I should say…why doIinsist on staying in this same place?
So in three days when I’m laying under the Mediterranean sun, with a beer in my hand, staring out into the blue sea on a tiny island where people create opportunities for themselves, I’m going to think. And think. And think. And think. Until I can assure myself that everything is going to be okay.
Take a risk. Live carefree. Follow your heart. Everything is going to be okay.
This looks lovely…but I’m not ready for Fall. Please don’t leave me Summer!