• 57 boxes
• 9 sing alongs to the complete Hamilton soundtrack
• 632 feet of bubble wrap
• 5 trips to UHaul for supplies

… and 25 years of life in San Francisco packed up.

It took the movers just over two hours to load everything on a truck, which I’ll see again in 7 to 21 business days in Asheville, NC.

I’m excited, and anxious, and sad, and nostalgic, and well, all the feels at once. I’m sad to leave such wonderful friends in the Bay Area. I’m excited to move to the mountains. I look forward to quiet. I’ll miss walking everywhere. I’m nervous about driving again (it’s been 17 years since I owned a car). I’m excited to re-kindle friendships.

I’ve spent the last month soaking up the best of San Francisco. Museums, drinks with friends, one-on-one and group dinners, concerts, and walks, so many walks, through the city, nostalgia sweeping over me like a tsunami. I have a strong feeling that the cliché is true: I will leave my heart in San Francisco. Until we meet again, <3.

The Weepies at the Great American Music Hall

Baked Hawaii at Liholiho

Marvin K. White at YBCA

Willie Nelson at the Greek

Be Aware

Groovy fashion

Grateful Dead – my first concert was in Oakland, a month after I moved to San Francisco

Sweeping views of the city

Loving the Summer of Love

Picture of a picture of a picture

Fog at MOMA

Elevator friends, 19 years later

Explaining the fine art of marshmallow roasting