The Emerald Girl

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Friday, March 14, 2014

My Heart Longs for San Francisco

Around this time of year is the worst for me. Spring is just on the horizon and I can't get there soon enough! It's this time of the year I get the urge. You know the urge to be impulsive, to be exciting, get the blood coursing through my veins fast. I feel it in my veins right now. The bump of anticipation of excitement. The bump, bump. Bump, bump. Bump, bump. The first time we made the drive to San Francisco the adrenaline was off the hook. What's the opposite of manic depressive. I was manic over the moon excited and happy. We didn't sleep but 2 hours or so pulled off the side of the road. As night turned into morning the day was gloriously spent in The City by the Bay. We didn't sleep. At all. I yearn for that again. To be sure, it was one of the best experiences of my entire life. There's really only two moments in my life that I remember for having such intense life changing feelings. The first is that drive I talked about in the post right below this one and the second is this feeling I had on this drive. And we sat, legs hanging off the dock, watching the people on the Wharf as we licked our ice cream cones. Mine was probably Vanilla as I never stray far from what I know I like.

The trip in it's entirety was like magic. Time frozen.

I had the whole thing planned out in my head. I would leave tonight with an overnight stop in Oregon. Saturday morning my sister and I would hit the road for 8 more hours and spend the next 36 hours in SF. We would return Monday morning. She said she couldn't go. The timing wasn't right. My heart stopped. The blood stopped pumping. Completely deflated. And now here I am on Friday with no great plans to look forward to this weekend. No excitement. Just the pitter patter of anticipated dull and boring.

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