My last few days in San Francisco have been weird. I wasn’t even supposed to be here right now (South Carolina for work, instead) but after injuring myself moving several days ago and needing a doc I was forced to prolong my goodbye with the city for four extra days.
In the weirdest of ways it’s been the best possible outcome, all things considered. I’ve had more time to say my goodbyes to a few amazing individuals who made my short move to this city meaningful, and I’ve also had some time away from it all to breathe, think, get healthier (or try to), plan, and project for what’s next. Turning knee problems into lemonade, in other words.
Tonight Momma B and I had a final dinner together until I see her again most likely in Denver later this year. She’s been a bedrock in this city and I thank the heavens every day for having the opportunity to have lived with her when I first came to San Francisco looking for housing. We’re an Airbnb success story; I rented a room in her house for one month and many months later she’s one of the closest friends I have.
I’m thankful for the time I had in the city; it was an incredible learning experience that both opened up new relationships to me and also solidified my belief that Vietnam is where I belong, at least as far as building a family and future go. SF will always hold a special place in my heart, though. I don’t think I’ve ever breathed anywhere else in the world like I’ve breathed in this city.