(i would have said ma’am cuz i’m a flaming feminist but it didn’t rhyme. i’m such a romantic at heart.)
I’m in San Franscisco.
I am living and working in San Francisco.
I am eating, drinking, sleeping, laughing, hanging with the homeless, singing with professionals, contracting whooping cough, inappropriately talking to children as if we’re best friends, and falling in love with and in San Francisco.
I still feel like I’m vacationing here and working 4 days a week to make sure I can sustain this vacay for as long as I can fake it.
It’s starting to lose it’s luster: I’ve been sick for over a week now and said “yes” to too many people and things and am already needing a vacation from this vacation. But this kinda happened at Outdoor School… and CLU… and SAS? Probably. I’m finally finding my balance.
The biggest transition in my life (thus far) and I’m finally dealing with the fact that I’m needing to find a balance. I can be a slow, stubborn learner.
Well, I have to go already. Because my landlord, my housemates and our area coordinator for LVC our meeting to discuss our little issue with rats and mites. Oh, it’s been quite the year so far.
I’m excited to share. Even if no one cares. It’s strange how therapeutic blogging can be. I forgot.
Sir Squirrel hops high
He’s excited for today
Children arrive— Friends.
Today’s the first day of OS school and let’s just say I, like Sir Squirrel, am excited. Nervous to teach, but excited because I love the chillun. I haven’t been able to properly post in a while and probably won’t start consistently doing it until my recital is done. I’ll write one more explaining my recital. And my struggles with it. Ah, the voce. Both my curse and blessing.
Until then, Sir Squirrel and I say adieu! Notre petite table….