For well over a year, I exhausted every road that might lead me to live in the bay. I tried so hard to make it happen for myself, and got so incredibly frustrated when things didn’t pan out the way I’d wished. I was working against what I knew I should be doing instead, but it was just one of those things I apparently had to learn. So, when I was presented with an opportunity to finally live in the bay, I jumped on it without thinking twice.
Weeks before I moved, I was working a job I really liked. I was actually preparing to move to my own spot in downtown, and- I was happy. I never went very long without my bestfriend.
I moved to chase a career that I applied myself to a lifetime ago. I was digging up my past hoping to make a future out of it. I got in contact again with the shell of a friend, under the false pretense that there was substance left to our friendship, and moved in. I worked 2 jobs I didn’t like, and lived in a shitty house with folks I found greatly disgusting. I was the most unhappy I’d been in years, and I didn’t even realize it.
In retrospect, everything I experienced was everything that I asked for. Every piece of knowledge I picked up, was something I had been yearning to learn. I’m thankful for the experiences, the lessons, I’m thankful I was not blind for very long.
Unpacking my new, beautiful, top floor apartment yesterday, I experienced something I haven’t experienced in a long long time. I felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. I felt a sense of accomplishment. A sense of serenity within the universe that, regardless of what I’ve seen, or where I’ve been, I’ve finally found my home. ❤
Wild Little Hare 