San Francisco has been my second home for 35 years. I remember spending summers in the city, my college years, vacation holidays with the girls and family reunions.
Mom loved San Francisco! She’s moved on now…
Dad loves San Francisco! He’s moving ahead and not looking back.
It took a lot out of me to pack up 35 years worth of memories. I know that now is the right time to let go and move on.
So I packed everything up in 3 days. It was cathartic. But I do have to admit, there’s a tinge of sorrow that lingers inside of me.
The next time I return to San Francisco won’t be to my second home but to a hotel.
Moving forward can be painful. But this was a necessary decision to make. I have no regrets.
The memories will linger on long after I am done grieving. It’s just so sad to say goodbye to a second home that I loved so much.
For every door that closes, a window opens.
Something did open up for me that gave me the strength to let go and I am thankful.
I believe this is all part of my turning 50 journey. Something new is waiting out there for me.
Thank you San Francisco, you have been good to me for so many years.