on calling it home.

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Over the last few months, I've struggled with the idea of permanency, of home, of actually NOT needing to move. You see, I never wanted to come to San Francisco in the first place. After all, "I am so LA." Then, in 2009, the stars aligned and I just couldn't resist, I had to be in the Bay . . . but only for a few years, right? I was certain I would enjoy my time, then immediately take a one-way flight (in my cap and gown) to JFK. . . because "I am so New York.

Well, I started to fall in love with the city, the people, and magic of the Bay Area. Thankfully, the stars aligned and I got to stay . . . but only for a short time, right? Sure, I love SF but I’d never actually stay. 

Then it dawned on me, "I am so SF. " To my damn surprise, San Francisco is and has always been everything I was looking for; the culture, the adventure, the history. Why was I fighting it? What if this isn't just a temporary home, a port to my next city, my "college years?." What if this city is where I'm supposed to be? Well, 5 sweaters into my wardrobe (uncalled for in a SoCal girl), I feel like this place and myself. I don't need to move to "live the dream" because in fact, I already am.  

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