Nearly two weeks ago, on a Wednesday morning after a few months to prep emotionally and pare my life down to what would fit in my Jeep and a sizable U-Haul, I left my beautiful home in the Bay with Max so we could both begin anew here in my hometown of San Diego. It was a bittersweet ending and I find myself still terribly homesick for San Francisco, and my friends and the wonderful people who came into my life there. It was a journey I’ll never forget, and something tells me Max and I may one day call the Bay home again.
So needless to say, it’s been a whirlwind coming here and getting adjusted, as I’ve frequently recounted to everyone who’s asked. On one hand I’m glad to be home…I’m close to family, in the sunshine again, finally moving in with Max, and with my friends here…but there is so much about my life in the Bay that I feel I’m missing, and that “reverse culture shock” I’m feeling still sits pretty heavily in my chest, and in lumps in my throat when I find myself alone, which is frequently at night while Max is off tying up loose ends back in the Bay Area. But I’ll continue to adjust and will hopefully find a balance once again between my work life, family life, relationship life, and writing. I love this blog, but it’s a lot to keep up. I will try my best to get a few new stories up that I have in mind. I’ll also be exploring the amazing world of vintage, thrifting, and antiquing that Southern California has to offer. It’s a new adventure for sure!