I miss SF and CA, I miss my friends there, I miss working at the DNA, I miss my shitty apt on Golden Gate at Market. I miss coffee at Brainwash or walking through Hayes Valley pretending like I am not going to get Powell's chicken. I miss heading up Haight to see Debra and Soupy. I miss being paid to travel all over the bay area for Ticketmaster
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We're still here.
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My heart hurts for your rough year. If you want to talk about what has been hard I'm here; I'll totally PM you and we can have awkward phone conversation friend therapy :). It's been a rough one for me, too, though I have plenty not to complain about as well. But still, the darkness threatens to drag me down completely. And I can't seem to logic my way out of this one...
Let's see if I can squash this into a haiku, shall we?
Seattle? Priced out.
To Whidbey! But, no work here.
I totes miss my friends.
... well, that's a bit of an oversimplification, but there you go.
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about removing our selves from the past to make the most of the present.
It's a lot harder than it sounds.
legs have betrayed me
lost many people this year
I'll walk out again
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