Clay Street

Tonight is a very bitter sweet moment in my life. It's really unbelievable that I am leaving the place that I've called home for the past three years. It is not the exact exit that I had imagined... but it is what it is. Or at least that is what I keep telling myself. Everything happens for a reason.... blah blah blah. Cliches that comfort us as we come across difficult things in our lives.

My favorite time of day on Clay is sunset- I decided to sit on my roof one last time as the sun was setting... a view of the city that I never grow tired of seeing. I couldn't help but feeling a bit emotional as I was thinking about everything that I had experienced at this house. The dinners, drinks, late nights, super late nights, early mornings, study sessions, fights, laughs and more laughs, singing, loving, tears, parties... 

Memories made and memories lost... and I decided to take the recent advice of a dear friend-- stop take a deep breath and take it all in. I closed my eyes... took a deep breathe and took it all in. The air was crisp and freezing and for the first time I could hear the church bells from Grace Cathedral sound in the new hour. I wanted to freeze this moment-- and in a way I believe I did. 

I know that another place will become my home in the future- but a part of my heart will always be with clay. It is the first place that I made my home away from home. 

So here's to clay street... thanks for all the good times <3

Rain on Me

It's funny how a smell... a song... an image can be so charged- The electricity behind an unexpected occurrence... can instantly bring back a sense of deep sadness, bright hope or even just a happy memory. 

It's raining today in Orange County. As I walked out of the Fine Arts building most of my fellow OCC students stood under the safety of the awning without a plan on how to stay dry as they ventured on their long walk back to their cars... but the second I walked out of the door- I felt more at home than I have since I returned to OC last week. I walked happily into the heavy rainfall under the safety of my trusty umbrella.

The smell of rain instantly brought me back. San Francisco. The place Ive made my home- the city that holds my heart.

The rain will come and go. Just like my time in Orange County... but my connection and love for the city and the friends that have become my family will always stay. And for that I am forever thankful. 

I started this blog in hopes to leave a record of bits and pieces of my thoughts as they come and go!  In the words of those who came before me. Seeking peace, generosity, humbleness, love and happiness--With love from me to you....

<3h