Man, I am REALLY getting better at updating this thing quasi-regularly! Not sure why it matters, since I'm sure maybe one, sometimes two people read this thing, but I'm proud of myself anyways.
The problem with updating pretty regularly is that my life isn't really interesting enough to merit regular blog posts.
But I felt inspired today because I spent the most lovely weekend yet in San Francisco (AKA home #4) with thee Dennis Tat and Vicki Hupf! It's always great to see pieces of home (AKA Seattle/Renton) in a place you are starting to call home. I know I made a big deal about New York and everything, but Seattle and Renton will always hold the biggest pieces of my heart because that is where my family and where some of my bestest friends are.
Needless to say, I was incredibly excited to get a text from Dennis saying he was flying down for the weekend. Off to a rough start of Vicki and I waiting for forever to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant that allowed you to order off of iPads while killing time for Vicki to pick Dennis up from SFO, the weekend shaped up to be awesome! Vicki and Dennis ended up missing the last BART to Pleasanton so they crashed at my place and the night after, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We spent both nights staying up late, having great conversation, exploring San Fran, eating great food, walking more than we could handle, riding a quadricycle, having disappointing times at the gay clubs (super disappointing! we all agreed...aren't gay clubs supposed to be fun?), and just plain having fun.
After they left, I felt relieved. FINALLY. They're gone!
HA. Jk. No, it felt really weird. I somehow got into the groove of having my best friends around and then poof, gone.
This is really the first time I've had to move somewhere and truly be without a safety net and fend for myself in the friend-making field. There's no school or classes to even the playing field or push us into friendship and there's no residence hall to make us become live-in friends. It's a weird thing for me. I've already tried work and friends ain't gonna happen there, but since work is basically my whole life right now, what's a guy to do? I said before, I don't feel lonely, and I still don't, but having my friends here made me feel like I could be enjoying this city so much more.
So I guess I've kinda made an internal decision to try harder and make friends and not be content being so much of a loner. I've also come to an internal realization that I don't know if I'm the traveler that I thought I was before. Moving to New York and applying for jobs all over the country, I thought I could be happy living anywhere. But I think I have really overlooked what makes a place feel like home: your family and your friends. Of course, I've known this my entire life, but I think it took me living here to really get it. I've had the chance to live in four amazing cities so far and I don't know if I want to limit myself and stop seeing and experiencing these things, but I don't want to lose track of home. So I guess it's a little bit of a conundrum. I don't want to be far from my friends and family anymore, but I also want to experience beyond what I know and away from what I'm comfortable with. You only live once, and I want to make sure I really do live it up! I suppose it'll take a little more thinking and reflection on my part, but as I have said before, things do happen for a reason and you never know what tomorrow brings.
Sorry this posting wasn't very funny, and I actually do have some pretty funny stories about life in the Bay Area, but I am way too tired to keep writing. Vicki and Dennis kept me up ALL night these past couple days. Them having loud and obvious sex right next to me in my bedroom and all.
Boom,
Patrick
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