Posts tagged ‘palace of fine arts’

May 31, 2016

Dear Chianne-Francisco,

Remember when I promised myself that I would still write every day, publish every other week, explore all the time and travel every month?  I never wanted the dreamer in me to die and I always saw myself wanting new adventures every chance I got. It turns out I was wrong. But please don’t be so hard on me.

It’s strange to believe that already two years and eight months have gone by since my move back to Arizona. In that time, some big things have changed in my life: I’ve continued my career to new heights, bought a house and a puppy and I have fallen in love. These are all pretty big things. Pretty really great things.

This past weekend I went back to San Francisco to visit my old stomping grounds and to remember the feeling of being alive, inspired and open minded. Within minutIMG_3253[1]es of being in the city, the excitement and love for places sparked. As I walked, memories would abrupt from every street. Certain coffee shops that used to start or end my day were still there. I passed parks, restaurants, rooftops and stadiums that once took up hours upon hours of my time and accounted for so much of my happiness with friends. The bench at the Palace of Fine Arts, the Golden Gate Bridge, AT&T Park, Marina Green, the Presidio, Ferry Building, Black Heart Tattoo, Epic Church, Yerba Buena, and City Hall are places forever etched on my heart.

The truth is, my current day to day in Arizona is not near as theatrical, jaw dropping, or even exciting. Places and people are more spread out. Weekends are made for fun, not necessarily for during the week. Bedtimes come faster and relaxing is key. I thought I would write every day, but I now know not writing every day doesn’t mean I’m not inspired daily. It certainly doesn’t mean I’m any less happy. I thought I would travel every month but that was before I realized how much I loved my life at home. I thought moving back might mean mundane, but I now know that anything in life can be mundane unless you value it.

San Francisco taught me how to be inspired, appreciate, explore, dream, and love people. My time there brought me closer to God and taught me how to better face challenges. Living in that city was a season in my life that I will always cherish but the main thing I hope to never forget; is the person I can be now no matter where I live, how much I write, how many places I travel, or how many new adventures I take.

I love my new journey filled with new places, hikes, restaurants, spring training, garden and house upgrades, puppy training, boyfriend and family time, pools and sunshine.

Life is nothing but a series of seasons. This letter to me is to remind myself to always appreciate the new seasons. The part of you from previous chapters is always here, and future you can’t wait for you to catch up. The old you turned the now you into a person today who appreciates and longs for different types of happiness. How special is that.

You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Just remember to just, love life.