I cannot believe I’m even typing these words. It’s true. I’m leaving my beloved San Diego for new adventures in the San Francisco Bay Area. The Hubs has accepted a too-good-to-be-true new job, and we’re planning to relocate in early 2016.
On one hand, I feel like I’ve had a limb cut off. I’ve cried every single day for the last 6 weeks or so once I felt like this might be a real possibility. I walk around like a zombie feeling like I might puke at any second. On the other, I’m looking forward to new inspirations and opportunities that only a relocation can offer.
Upside; still avoiding snow. Downside; leaving everything I love.
I feel like my entire life began in San Diego. Moving here 13 years ago was the first major risk I ever took in my life. It paid off in the most amazing way, which gives me hope that this risk will pay off too. I’m beyond devastated to leave the beach, the perfect year round weather, my awesome neighborhood and home, my creative and professional community that has supported me and taught me so much, and most of all my friends and their children.
Despite my fears, I do believe that the universe is shoving me in this direction. With my best friend moving away from the beach earlier this year and our “plan A” ending, plus my work situation and The Hubs work situation evolving in different directions, I believe that all signs are pointing to me trying something totally new. My life in San Diego is not the idyllic situation it always was, so it’s time to move on. I’ve been saying all year long that this year has been the weirdest year of my life, and now I think I know why.
So that’s it. It’s official. Now accepting words of encouragement, insights on living in the Oakland/Berkeley area, job offers, tips on dressing for cooler temperatures, dog sitter recommendations, and wine. This is going to take lots of wine. Cheers to diving head first into the unknown!