It’s been three months since I moved to San Francisco, and with the ink drying on my freshly signed, exorbitantly priced lease for my very own apartment I guess I finally live here.
Or, at the very least have a permanent address for the next 12 months.
Living without a nest is begrudgingly difficult for a Cancer. I don’t follow astrology very closely, but the one trait that always sticks with me is the need for Cancers to have a strong connection to their home.
Since May, I’ve lived in three different apartments that weren’t my own - which is a bit nerve wracking when you lived in the same place for a year and a half prior to packing up and high-tailing it cross country with one week’s notice.
So, now I have a home.
So, let’s have real talk for just a moment. Mmkay, Tumblr?
In two weeks:
I went to New York.
Realized I was complacent.
Shook it up.
Made a decision.
Made a change.
Kicked off the dust.
Ended a two year relationship.
But myself in a tailspin.
Put all my cards on the table.
Used too many cliches.
Laughed at how totally crazy this is.
Questioned just about everything I thought was okay.
And am completely excited for what happens next.
Let’s do this.