Getting better to return to my outlandish, absolutely ridiculous, totally unachievable college dreams
I had my first post-op latte today at my favorite coffee shop on one of my favorite streets in San Francisco (Quetzal on Polk).
I exhausted quickly on the walk, but it felt so good to be in my happy place (walking around the city with my dog, my headphones and a latte).
I walked home thinking about getting well, about all the friends I want to see, all the places in San Francisco I want go. I thought about how much I love this city and all the writing I’ve done while I was recovering and all the writing I still wanted to do and how anxious I am to get back to work. I thought about how lucky I am and how I really would categorize my life as fabulous. Beautiful city. Writing for a living. Great boyfriend. The most amazing friends. World’s coolest dog. How wonderful it felt to not be able to wait to get well and get back to my life. There’s been so many times in my life that I wanted to crawl in a hole and not come out for a long, long time to escape my life.
And suddenly, I remembered watching Sex and the City in college and wishing that someday my life could be just like Carrie Bradshaw’s. Living in my dream city with amazing friends. My life is way more boring than a television show; my clothes are not as gorgeous, my romances are not as dramatic, my writing job is not as glamorous. But, it’s not everyday that you feel like you got your outlandish, absolutely ridiculous, totally unachievable college dreams.
So lucky. So happy. So close to being all better.