It's true what they say...I left my heart in San Francisco.

I just returned to my home, Orlando, from my second visit to San Francisco and I am 110% convinced that I belong in that city. I remember being 20 years old and having just returned to Superior, WI from a vacation to Orlando. This feeling inside my bones right now is the same feeling I had back in 2006. I packed up my duds and drove away from small town Wisconsin and haven't (really) looked back. I wonder what it is about life that makes me feel like I belong somewhere else? I find it interesting that the 2003 version of me thought it was Superior and the 2006 version of me thought it was Orlando and now 2014 version of me thinks it's SF. I haven't visited a lot of cities in my 29 years, but these three cities that I've lived in couldn't be anymore different. 

I was happy to return home and sleep in my own bed and be amongst my own things, but I can't help feeling sad that I'm here and not there. I feel like that's a sign...the world telling me I should be where I'm happy. And maybe I'm only feeling sad because tomorrow's Monday and I have to go back to work for two days before my next vacation. Or maybe I'm sad because that vacation feeling...the no stress, happy-go-lucky, days full of laughter and drinking and eating...is over. Or maybe I'm still sad because everything in Orlando reminds me of a broken heart. Or maybe it's a combination of all that. Who really knows? 

In all of this thinking about moving to a different city, I can't help but think about my time in Orlando. In the 8 years I've been here, the happiest times have been the last 8ish months. That's like a lot of sad months...foolish months. I look back on all the people I missed out on because I was an idiot. It makes me really sad. It makes me ashamed of myself. I don't even want to think about all the times I was unable to truly be myself because I was so wrapped up in someone else's something's. I vow to never let that happen to myself again. Holy ballz. 

My point in all of this is that I think a move to San Francisco would do my body and soul some good. Probably the most good I could ever possibly do for myself. 

Rooftop of my friends apartment. 

Gooooo giants!!

Lombard street from telegraph hill. 

Picnic with Mexican beer and tequila at Washington Park on America's Independence Day. 

The view from Coit Tower. 

Filbert steps. 

Ferry ride to Sausalito. Golden Gate in the back.