Last year, I visited San Francisco.
I was yearning to breathe free of stifling DC, and so planned a trip to a place I knew I loved to explore, and added a few activities with people I loved to be with. I had an awesome trip (a short one, at 4 days, that packed a punch).
Then I went home to DC.
This year I returned to San Francisco with the glorious excuse of it being on the way to Yosemite, where I was headed for a quadrennial Family Reunion (posts coming soon!).
I once again got lost in the foliage, the sea air, the cityscapes.
And yet, when I contemplate the life change of moving cross-country, I shy away from SF- why is that? The city calls to me, and I know I would love living there, but my mind stops at the “Oh, but it’s so expensive” line. Hmph. Apparently the ninja is not yet ready to be trained…
I’ve done some reading about places, how environment affects one’s thinking, and experimented with some of my own place-based habits. I still find there are locations that seem to call to me. Scotland is one of those places. San Francisco is another. It varies. It may be an attempt to balance what the mind believes is an imbalance:
Too much citified noise and agitation? –> go to the quiet, misty hills of Scotland
Not enough creative energy amid the strait-laced DC crowd? –> let loose with the hipsters and entrepreneurs of the Bay Area
But I also think it might just be that some places make you feel at home, and they call you. Where do you feel you belong?
… and is that where you currently live?