I’ve been really on the go as of late; I try to stay up as long as possible in order to do the things I enjoy as much as I can. The new day comes far too quickly sometimes, and it seems like I am always here at my office desk. I’ve began to fancy brief cat naps on the couch in the evening, then a “wake me up” bike ride to get my blood flowing again for the next portion of my night. A sleeping pattern like this probably isn’t the best, but it’s working for the time being and I am yet to really feel any worst for that matter. But I’m very much so looking forward to next week as I’ve booked a vacation — Thursday through Sunday, to be exact. I’m flying into Oakland, and will be staying in San Francisco for the weekend, where I’ll hunt for work and housing, and study the hills, in order to prepare myself mentally for the challenge of braking down those suckers on bike, once I become a resident.
Have I even mentioned that?
A couple of weeks ago, I let the company know I’m leaving. I’m going to San Francisco, and I’m starting over. Right now it looks like October is the date that I’m shooting for, but before I go I have promised myself that things will be cleaned up at work before my departure, which may take a little longer (but hopefully I can square it all away before September’s end). I’m not scared; it actually gives me a huge rush thinking about the possibilities that lovely city has to offer — it will be an experience for sure. I have also made the decision to finish my schooling, too. It just has to be done and I’m sick of lagging on taking that damned Math course. Recently I came to the conclusion that I’m over the lack of progress that surrounds me. I constantly feel like I’m the only one moving forward, which is depressing, I know. And, I hate even thinking things like that, but it’s all I’ve got to believe based on what I’ve come to see so often from everything around.
Things are hard, but really they’re not that hard when I stop and actually think about it. I’m keeping that PMA.