I arrived on the 5:50 mega bus into SOMA. My bags were ridiculously heavy and so I opted for the taxi. $12 dollars later I was at Scott and Turk Street and ringing the door bell. After lugging the goods up (only one flight!) I plopped on my bed in my 7×7 ft room and almost cried. She said it was small, but what she didn’t realize what this little square inch of personal space meant to me. I had a bed, a desk and plenty of floor pace. My new slice of heaven. I unpacked, stretched out and looked out my window. San Francisco for now. And all the crazy complications that my life is and why I have chosen to live this way. Partially because I must for too many reasons and partially because nothing else will do.
Aside from freezing today, it is glorious sunshiny and I am so so happy to be here.
