I moved! 25 days ago! Now I live in a city that is 2,581 miles away from San Francisco. When I first moved to SF, I was very, very homesick. Like don't talk to me, I'm a big grump and I'm going to purposefully smell the pee on the street and be mad about it homesick. Guess what: I was not fun to be around! Then I learned I liked running and spending time outside (WHO KNEW?!), my job got less stressful, I made new friends, and life got better, just like everyone said it would. It was like a movie montage, only with more burritos and (tragically) no cute guy at the end.
Sometimes I think about all the bedrooms I've lived in. They're too far away from each other; it's a fact. Another fun fact: my mental image of my SF bedroom is mattress-less, because my mattress went to Burning Man without me. (How rude!)
Now I'm in Pittsburgh, which is both closer and farther away from all the homes I've ever lived in. I go to school, workout (sometimes), read and read, and sometimes write. It's kind of a dream, except for the part where my friends are far away. It's a very sad situation, but I'm not sad all the time. It's truly a miracle. Or maybe growing up. WHO KNOWS.
In SF, I learned a lot about myself and what makes me happy. Most (ALL) of it came from letting go of dumb ideas, like being an "outside person" was just for people who had grown up camping, or working out could never be fun. I used to think everyone else could pull off bold lips, but not me. That was so wrong. (LOL) Okay but seriously, it turns out that when you drop your #nonewfriends mentality and let people introduce you to the things they love, you GROW. AS A HUMAN. (Ugh this realization was just as annoying as finding out that exercise really does make you feel better.). So like my girl JLO, I'm gonna try channel a judgement-free zone and be open to new experiences. It's really hard (for me), but I'm going to do it anyway.