“I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I had nothin’ to live for
And look like nothin’s gonna come my way”
These past two months have been one big overhaul of transition, of constant moving, of constant changing, of leaving and saying goodbye to telling myself I trust who I am enough—I know myself well enough—to live, alone, and learn how to write. It’s scary. But, I know I can do it. It only takes a matter of time and willingness to learn. I’ve roamed over 2,000 miles, from Charleston, South Carolina, to Los Angeles, to Las Vegas, and to Norfolk, Virginia, all so I can make the San Francisco Bay my home.
And home it will be, for now.
“Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home”
It’s always been a dream of mine to live here, ever since 2003 when my high school teachers believed in a spunky, short-haired girl to award her a scholarship for the annual Bay Area collegiate field trip. Had it not been for that trip, I wouldn’t have been who I am today, someone who still believes in crazy, idealistic things, like dreams, hope, and changing (if not the world) but oneself through writing.
I really can’t believe I’m moving to the Bay Area in a matter of two weeks. Wish me luck, folks.