Being back in SF is like, well, being back in SF. At times it seems a big city like San Francisco lies outside the realm of time and history. Memories I have are easily recaptured as the physical landmarks linked to them are still present. It is also amazing to link new memories to old landmarks. Places I never thought I would be connected to are now intimate parts of my life... My new house in the Sunset, my little parking spot where I check the surf, my secret Sunday breakfast spot, and the little grassy knoll in the quad where Philly Cheese Fridays leads to some of the best people watching in the world. Knowing that life never lets you know what is coming next makes for some good fun, and trusting in the Lord truly makes this crazy life something worth living. A crowded bus ride becomes a good story, new friends are made, and you forget that you have five minutes till class starts. As the midnight rain begins to pour down, your pace slows from a near jog, to a quite stroll. Soaking wet you smile and look at the smiling faces around you, no one seems to mind, though no one is properly dressed, and you even stop every so often to make the moment last just a bit longer.
You write the papers, study for the tests, and stare blankly at the ceiling as nothing comes to mind, but you get it done because that is what you are here for. One final year, thirty-two weeks to milk it for all its worth. The day you realize that, everything seems rather bearable, rather exciting, and incredibly limitless. I am seeking to find a story everyday, something that makes me smile, and someone to make laugh.
Already halfway through semester one, and I like my odds. Let's do this San Francisco, you and me. Twenty-four more weeks of pure, unhindered living of life. I want to tell yesterday's story, live through today's, and get stoked for what tomorrow's will be about. The Pirate Crew sails bravely on.
