I am moving to San Fran in late July. As in basically two months from now. Until about three weeks ago, the prospect of moving to a new place with little cash to my name and even less stuff horrified me. Now, it is an invigorating prospect. It seems like I just woke up one day and was ready to go, and the decision was actually that matter of fact, but I’ve put a lot into becoming the version of me that can actually [happily] do this. The healing school I wish to attend is about three miles from where I’ll be living—I am confident its going to work out.
I’m leaving behind my car and everything else except twenty or so books and my clothes and shoes. Say it with me: Yay! Yikes! Yay!
