San Francisco, page 1.
I already know that this is going to be a good chapter. I’m in the place that I was meant to be in. My soul is now satisfied. This chapter is going to be one of those turning points that all books have. I’m going to change, even though right now I feel like this is the only place that will let me be me. I’m no longer restless. Back in Norway my life was put on pause, and I was only in this temporary state of mind. It made me feel like I was trapped into this meaningless waiting post. I was just waiting for life to start… I pressed the play button as soon as my flight to San Francisco took off. After just a couple of days I’ve already settled down and my mind is wandering the streets of its new home. It’s only natural to think “Was this the right choice, did I rush into this, should I have done anything differently?”, however, the only mistake I can see in this decision is bringing my way too thick winter coat, which says a lot about how proud I am of my choice. Most people would either think or annoyingly ask “What about your family and friends back home?”: The way I think about this is that now they all have an excuse to go on vacation to San Francisco. This is also the reality, as my visitor list is pretty long already (I know, I’m such a spoiled brat!).
You don’t have to give your random strolling any meaning in San Francisco; San Francisco will give your meaningless strolling a meaning. Every time you turn a new corner there is something new to absorb. San Francisco is the city that is mutating this wannabe country girl into a possible urbanized lady. I’m loving the liberal craziness, and the geeky tech people are growing on me (after all, I am sharing bed with one). I have this strange sixth sense of reading energy. Haha, I know this might sound like I think I’m this spiritual guru, which I am not! However, I do know when I’m in a place that has ‘something’ to it. This something is the taste of your own tongue, that sound you can only hear in your head, that feeling you feel under your nerves, the colors through your closed eyes, and that smell that makes you remember a dream. Totally abstract, I know… Reading energy makes it very easy to know whether you immediately like something or someone. London is for example the complete opposite for me; the London energy is strangling me and not in a good kinky way! I can’t explain the actual science behind it, though, I think you kind of understand. Right? San Francisco is teasing all of my sixth senses, and what I know today is hopefully also going to be the shining future. Let’s get this chapter printed!
Quote Of The Day:
“Move fast and break things. Unless you are breaking stuff, you are not moving fast enough.”
– Mark Zuckerberg