Been thinking a lot about San Francisco. Living there seems like yesterday and also a lifetime ago. I was there for the first 16 years of my time in California. Those years shaped so much of who I am today. I often have a romanticized view of what my life was like there. 16 years feels like a very real and serious monogamous relationship. I miss San Francisco sometimes. They were big years, full of good, bad, and really strange things. I stared making a list today of all the big things that standout. Feels like a lot of bad mixed in there, but in the end I’ll mostly remember it as the place I fell in love and gave birth to my daughter. And maybe that makes it all very, very, good.
Graduated college. Twice.
My first apartment.
My first shared apartment.
My first house.
Raised a dog. Buried a dog.
Worked 3,000 plus clinical hours to become licensed.
Tried to get pregnant. Had a lot of miscarriages. Got pregnant. Had my daughter.
Was sexually harassed at work. Twice.
Got a bullet hole in my car.
Assualted by my stalker.
Carried a knife.
Had my first fancy private practice office with a waiting room.
Rescued a dog.
Got hit on by Dave Chappell when I was 8 months pregnant.
Bought a 1976 one of a kind cherry red Gibson Hummingbird factory second.
Sold my first house.
Had the most incredible neighbors. Twice.
Pushed my daughter on a swing for the first time.
Moved, even though I didn’t want to.
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