It always happens. The lead-up to a move makes it feel like I have nothing but time – time to say goodbye to friends, time to pack, time to clean, time to eat at my favorite places, time to see the touristy things I never got to see before.
That, my friends, is a false sense of time.
This week has been a complete whirlwind of work, cleaning, trying to get everything done – crunch time. My sister came up from LA this week because the show she works for is on hiatus, and I do not know what kind of shape I would be in right now without her help. No, I do know – and I’d be f*cked. And since time is closing in on me so quickly – I have less than 48 hours to be all ready to go – I’m accepting that there are many San Francisco things I will have missed out on.
I didn’t ride on a cable car.
I didn’t go see Alcatraz.
I didn’t run across the Golden Gate.
I didn’t eat a Mission burrito. (To be fair, I have eaten Mexican in the Mission, I just don’t like burritos very much.)
But for each thing I didn’t do while I lived here, there were many things that I did do that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
And… I can always visit!
…But for now, I have to clean.