SAYING GOODBYE: A LETTER TO SAN FRANCISCO

Dear San Francisco, 

Goodbye my love. I am leaving you and don’t know when I will be back. I know it may seem like I am running away, given the last year, but I promise that is not the case. I am ready to take the big step into the next adventure and chapter of my life. But this time not encased in the same security you have always provided. 

I will miss your energy. The countless nights spent dancing in tiny living rooms. My daily commute featuring inconceivable situations and people. Even kickball Thursdays and hangover Fridays. 

I never grew tired of exploring your streets. A new adventure around every corner, always carrying the too familiar sweet stench of piss and steamy garbage. 

Who could forget your bitter cold summer months forcing me to wear out of season sweaters for weeks on end. At least they helped conceal the weight I gained from your delicious restaurants, sandwich shops and burrito stands. 

I won’t miss you overpriced drinks and snobby bartenders. Snobby coffee shops and snobby everything. I too love the finer things in life, but $14 cocktails still have me paying off a fairly large credit card balance. 

I will also not miss the anxiety of finding a new apartment or paying rent. However, I still can’t drive by my first apartment without thinking of possibility. I came here a child - no money and a resume better suited for a notecard than standard letter. And even in a place full of the smartest people in the world and more money than water in the bay, you made me feel like I could achieve anything. 

Most of all, I will miss the people you helped me discover. What it meant to truly create a family away from home. The loves lost and loves found. New friendships born and others strengthened. You taught me how to see the good in people, even when it was masked and unapparent. And how to turn the worst situations positive and make them an experience. 

I hope we find ourselves back together again someday in the future. When I have a lot more money and can afford your expensive taste, but this is goodbye for now. 

With more love than you could ever know,

C

Chelsie Fish

Slightly exaggerated stories of love, life and travel.