A week long voyage has brought me back to San Diego, only for me to realize that this is finally my home.
Finally my home.
Who would have thought that I would be saying that about any place? Flying in from Seattle, my heart jumped for joy as the ocean drew me back west.
But I had this creeping sensation that was burrowing a hole in my heart, a realization that I am being called away from the only place I am longing to stay.
An email today confirmed that. San Francisco's liveliness and charm, as enticing as it is, pales in comparison to the life I have found in my friendlies here. But it seems that to San Fran I go.
It's about time that some clarity befits itself upon me. Even some self-induced clarity.
On to more important matters. Back to the midwest for nearly a month in the morning, and my heart is trying to keep itself attached and whole as I say goodbye to the most beautiful people in the world.
My heart swells and groans, melts and reforms. And through it all, I have to believe it is all for something more.
Trying for love,
k.
2 comments:
wait - are you moving up north?? if so, give me a call sometime! i go to the bay area from sacramento all the time...it's an easy drive!
I liked what you said about the ocean pulling you west. That's exactly how I feel...the entire time I was in Iowa I just felt like I was being pulled home to the "west".
must feel good
cheers
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