I've reached the point where i wish i had some time to sit down and write. The jet lag (which was bloody hideous) has morphed into a cold, but colds abroad always feel more manageable, don't you find? I refuse to let it slow me down! My thoughts on San Francisco so far can be summed up in four words:
I LOVE THIS PLACE!
Hand on my heart I can imagine myself living here. From day one i have felt so cosily at home, it's beginning to weird me out. I mean, i should have a few moments of feeling a bit lost, no? Finding myself on a new street with my inner compass out of whack… but that hasn't happened. I'm finding layer upon layer of juicy sights and sounds and places and people. Everything so far has been… amazing.
But underneath all this loveliness is a yearning to get back home and start writing. Or be here for a few months so i can slow down and reflect, with enough time to see everyone and do everything and still be able to process and string words together. I've treated myself to a few nights in a hotel this week and I'd love to sit here in this room and type all day, but the sun is shining and San Francisco is knocking on my door, and i don't want to miss a second of her.
Today I'm going to scope out a place for tomorrow's bloggery meet-up, and will post the details on Facebook tonight…. x