I left my heart in …

On July 26, 2005 I pulled my suitcase out the door of the flat at 24th and Guerrero for the last time. The cab rushed me off to San Francisco International Airport early in the morning. With that, I began my move to New Haven and began my leaving of San Francisco.

I expected to be back more this year, but instead I only spent three days there in December. The entire 12 years I’ve orbited the city, I’ve never spent so much time away from it. Now, looking at pictures of friends who’ve recently landed there, I miss the light and air, I miss people I lost touch with a few years ago.

I wish I could link to what I wrote about it a year ago, but Girlwonder’s archives aren’t back online. So I don’t recall exactly what I thought, just that I knew everything would change. The changes have been wonderful and my life rich. I’m doing things I wouldn’t have imagined a year ago, whether in my research, with the person I want to spend my life with, or my summer research in Bangalore. I needed to take on the next part of my life for these things to happen.

And yet, I miss everything about SF. It kills me to be away sometimes and I don’t know that I’ll ever have the chance to be back.


  1. I remember reading about you leaving – as I recall, you were surprised that you weren’t “San Francisco-Sick” as you were leaving…? I think. Wow, has it already been a WHOLE YEAR?!

  2. Wherever you are dear, you will always be with us!
    Wherever… always!
    Go. Play. Live. 🙂

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