three years ago, i hopped on a bus with most of my things and headed up to San Francisco.

it’s been three years since i moved here, and in retrospect, i’ve come a long way from where i was, from who i was, and where i’m going.

the latter, i’m not so sure yet, but it feels much different than where i think i wanted go back then.

three years feels like three days.

i’m not so sure of who i am now or who i was before. but know this much to be true: i am not the same person. maybe i’ve grown a little, maybe i’ve grown a lot. i know i still have some of the same idiosyncrasies that i’ve had before. i even feel i’ve taken on new ones and old ones have grown a little. but all in all, it’s made me into someone new. someone better? or just someone different?

this past year was an interesting ride. with the having of the boyfriend to not having the boyfriend. the new job. burning man. being in school to not being in school to being in school again, and then again to not.

this next year will be different. much to come. this year i will get out of debt. i will get into shape. i will find love. i will travel.

as far as traveling goes, i just agreed to go on a trip to the Philippines with my mom in june. on the condition that we stop over in Japan for at least two days and that i can only stay two weeks and not the entire month she’ll be there. so i’m looking forward to a trip outside the country. i’m sure it’ll be an interesting experience. i’m a little afraid to go. i’m not sure what to expect. the last time i was there, i was 4 or 5. suffice to say, i don’t remember much. (mental note: take a conversational tagalog class this spring.) but fear aside, i’m looking forward to it.

three years have gone. i’m a little anxious to see where or who i’ll be in another three years.

Misfit

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For the dirty gays

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Love what you live

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Port Costa

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Graffiti shark

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so, i’ve decided to try and quit smoking again. i’m on the patch.

i know the instructions say that it’s best to wait until the morning to throw it on, but i couldn’t wait. so i went out and bought a box, took a patch out, and slapped it on my arm.

here’s hoping it works this time around.

i finally went to a yoga class last night and it totally kicked my ass. i had no idea what i was doing half the time and i could barely keep up with what i could do.

i know most of it has to do with my being out of shape and it will only get easier the more i do this. but a lot of it has to do with not knowing the moves and being unable to mimic everyone else in the class.

so i ended up leaving half-way through the class. it was just way too advanced for me. but instead of feeling like a complete loser, i decided not to stop trying.

i just signed up for a beginner’s workshop on sunday and i plan to go back to the same class on tuesday with a little more knowledge and confidence. (unless i learn from the workshop that another class is a better fit for me. but we’ll deal with that when the time comes.)

but for now i’d like to stick with vinyasa yoga. my friend suggested it and i went out and tried it and liked it. but, of course, i was sweating buckets and my knees and arms were shaking for more than half the time. but that only means it’s a good workout.

i know if i keep this up, it’ll be good for me. physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Meeting

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