I've made it

Yesterday, I ventured through the mountains of northern California, picked up my friend Mary, then meandered about bridges and tunnels until I reached it: San Francisco...after a 5 day "bumpy" road trip with my mother, California finally welcomed me. Now that I'm here, I'm questioning how I am going to pull this off. But instead of worrying, I hopped in my car today and drove all around the city. I started from Mary's apartment in Sunset, to my apartment and neighborhood in Richmond, Haight/Ashbury, Golden Gate Park, downtown, the Embarcadero, North beach, Lombard Street (no, did not drive down it though), then ended up at the beach. I am sure I hit every pot hole in the city and ran a few red lights without knowing they were there. Who's genius idea was it to put lights on the side of the street?

My original plan was to bus hop. You know, blindly go from one bus to the next to see where I end up... Then I realized that might be stupid. At least I am confident though in my sense of direction here in the Bay Area. I will tackle the bus routes once I move into my own apartment. Speaking of which...I will probably get in there by Sunday. I told Mary last night before we went to bed that I've been bed hopping for the past week. I feel like a whore. I want a place to call my own. Let me be pure again.

As for what I miss...Have you ever heard the song "Jericho" by Sugarland? It goes something like this..."Goodbye to memories that I"ve saved. Goodbye to all the friends I've made. Goodbye to all the home I've ever known....small town Jericho (Buffalo). " Yeah, it gets me when I hear it. My friends, you're all on my mind and pitter pattering on my heart. I miss you. My lovely sister, hang in there, I love you. My father, you are bombarded with my left overs, I'm sorry. Mom, you're about an hour away from me right now and will be coming into the city tomorrow. As I do yoga tonight with Mary and her new man, I will wish you by my side.

I have to end this for now. But I'm leaving myself a note. In the near future, I want to talk about the difference between coincidence and fate. Do we read signs? Peace and Love. Namaste.