It's done. Amazingly, the U-Haul is tightly packed with all my wordly posessions; with the loving help of friends, family and a couple of hard-working Mexicans, my entire life fit into one metal box.
Once it was all loaded, I couldn't help thinking, "Man, the whole thing could go over a cliff and it would be okay." Perhaps this is the early effects of my new relationship but going through all my useless stuff, I realize, it doesn't mean much and that less is definitely more.
Of course, it is a sparkling beautiful day here in San Francisco. Still, I will leave today without a look back. God knows, I love this town - who doesn't? - but my eyes need new scenery, my heart craves new challenges and I am so anxious to meet the new woman I will soon become.
In about 30 minutes, I will cross the Bay Bridge and I will thank the City, for hosting the last nine years of my life: Those moneyed days of the Dot Com Boom, the Devil-ettes, the horses, MUNI, helping lost tourists, Farmer's Market, the anti-war protests, Chinese New Year, our seasonal parties, falling asleep to the foghorn and best of all, my beloved Presidio. I was always so proud to say "San Francisco" when folks asked where I lived. Oh, their eyes would light up! They would swoon and always say the same thing, "Ohhhhh, I LOVE San Francisco!" I never tired of this reaction - made me so proud.
Undoubtedly, when I return for a visit, I will see it with a new pair of eyes, those of a tourist. Like running into an old love, you marvel that it was someone you once knew well but is now only an acquaintance. I'm sure The City will always hold a special place in my heart but I'm sure as hell not leaving it here.