I’m so happy to say that I have checked another item off of my Life List. I got some stunning Golden Gate Bridge photos as I walked across it for the very first time.
I returned home from San Francisco last Monday feeling a little blue.
The entire time I was there it was as you see in the photo above. Sunny, clear, and spectacular. When I arrived in Houston it was cold, wet, and gray…and that didn’t sit very well with me.
But there was something else too.
Even in the very short amount of time I spent in SF, I began to feel deeply connected to it. Almost as if I had lived there for years, and could live there for years to come. Perhaps when you look at these Golden Gate bridge photos, you might feel a little bit of the magic that I did as I stood there.
So when my plane touched down in Houston…I started to think about what “leaving your heart in San Francisco” might really mean.
I love traveling and discovering new places more than anything…but this is honestly the first time that I was not ready to go home. I wanted to stay more than anything…it’s been a week since I got back and I’m still feeling a void.
Perhaps this is my “almost 30” crisis. Maybe I just feel the pull to move there because it was beautiful and in fact, if I did make it my home the new would wear off and then I’d grow tired of it too.
But, what if I didn’t?
What if I was brave and bold and moved half way across the country and it was the best thing ever?
To be clear, this isn’t just some random flippant thought I’m sharing here. It’s so much more than just a pipe dream.
I just need time to put the pieces together and see what happens next.
San Francisco, you’re on my mind.