(view from my window)
Dear San Francisco,
I love you. I hate you. I am sad to leave you. I can’t even believe that it’s been 7 years that I have been here. I came in 2005 thinking it would be “the year I live in San Francisco”. 7 years later I am still here. loving you. hating you.
I have grown up here. Made a family of friends here. Had countless holidays, birthdays (OK, 7 to be exact:), joys, defeats, epiphanies within your 7×7 boundaries. I have found my love of yoga here that has changed my life, my awareness.
And now I leave you. For how long, it is yet to be determined. I am feeling stuck within your boundaries lately. Probably just stuck in my ways and in my mind. But I have always been someone who likes change and I haven’t had one in 7 years.
I have made 2 albums here, I have performed out, I have written so many songs, I have walked your streets, entered your bars, heard your music, loved your inhabitants, befriended your friends and somehow I have made the decision to leave. As the time nears, (2 weeks to be exact) I feel more tied to you than ever before. More sad than anything to leave. So it goes.
I have not lived in all of your neighborhoods, not explored all there is to explore, and for that I am sorry. For that I am sad. I am sure you have more to offer me, and yet in my feeling of stuckness I took you for granted. So it goes.
I love your spirit of independence, your artistic support, your beauty. I will not miss your cold summers, your lack of taxi cabs, but I’m sure I will miss your “neverland” characteristics that I complain about while I live here.
I don’t know what New York holds for me. Change for sure. Inspiration I hope. Family, I am happy yet scared to be so close to. Perhaps I will always bounce between my two cities. But I leave you now knowing for sure I leave my heart with you.
Thank you for 7 great years of my life,
See you soon,