Crossing the Oregon-California border I could feel the familiarity of my childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood – 25 years of life – slip away. But the nostalgia quickly passed. Perhaps naively, all I could think about were the new opportunities I’d have at my fingertips.
Working remotely, I’ve found myself hunkering down in coffee shops during the day, and exploring as much of the city as I can during the evenings and weekends. And for the first time in a long while, I’m making a conscious effort to explore and really get to know who I am and what I want. I’m focused on doing things that have long been on my list to tackle, and actually doing them. Writing more, bringing my camera with me wherever I go, studying CSS, and making the time to unplug and read are just a few things enabling me to be truly content and satisfied in this time of transition.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned since moving to San Francisco, it’s this: inspiration doesn’t grow on trees. I can’t sit idly by and expect it to come to me. I have to seek it out, move fearlessly down avenues uncharted. Recently, someone very dear to me said, “you have to mine for life’s gemstones.” Full of cheese and spot on.
So much more to learn, see, do, and observe.