![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDoIOHjH1wezlN_0d0DjBlppGj7eJtio7bizSF2RejwJxJa-6947jeZdFVokdpjiwcp_8uQ-uMYGK3I2fcGRv_DwH2QsI_0gtYIcThU1themJQxcmsEQE4lC0LY66iFtO249V4i5lPLDb/s200/russian+hill.jpg)
From running into people in a small neighborhood restaurant, to seeing friends drive by as I'm enjoying a glass of wine at night, to see a friend from work walking by the restaurant I'm dining in. When did this start happening? I’m leaving a neighborhood where I’m surrounded by friends. Friends around the corner from me, just down Polk, just up Hyde, and just over on Gough. And umm. Not to mention my sister and uncle minutes away. And I’m just talking about my close friends. I am surrounded.
This is my comfort zone. But just as I’m getting comfortable in my little neighborhood (some may say I’ve been living in a small bubble), it’s time to leave. And life must go on. But I have a feeling all these run-in’s has been the universe’s way of asking me "You sure you wanna move?" "You really want to leave Russian Hill?"
Yes. I am ready to move. I am ready for a new ‘bubble’. I am ready for new run-in’s (already have had one in my neighborhood—one day as I was there checking out the apartment for one last walk through, I ran into an acquaintance grabbing a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop.) It’s time for new surroundings. To start thinking about who’s in my new neighborhood. And preparing my self for new run-in’s and pleasant surprises.
No comments:
Post a Comment