Which is something I keep reminding myself. It's 10:22 pm and my last night in San Francisco. If I've ever had to say goodbye to you, you know I hate it and it usually results in lots of tears. I think I prepared myself for this one though, by beginning to cope with my departure last Tuesday. Really, I actually have an okay mindset about it. When I first got here, I'm not going to lie, I wasn't quite sure what the hoop-la was all about. And even through the beginning of July, the East Coast just seemed better. But somehow, without even realizing it, I grew to really love this city. I feel like I've changed so much and learned myself so much better, in ways I can't even fully explain yet. Maybe I'm ready to move on because I've learned the things I needed to learn and I'm ready to attack the rest of my life with this newfound mentality. Whatever it is, I like it.
I'm so thankful for my San Francisco family, and so thankful for Rocket letting me be apart of this wonderful family. I don't know how I keep getting lucky enough to become close with great people, but trust me I appreciate where luck has landed me. It's good to know that although home is in Miami, it's also in D.C., and now San Francisco. And just like I have my own personal slice of the DMV at school, I get to wake up each morning with a reminder of the Bay and just how sweet of place it really is.
I've learned a lot and for sure, loved a lot. There's no way I'll forget this summer. And while it's still hard to say goodbye, especially not knowing when I'll return, it's not sad and there are no tears (maybe I'm speaking prematurely, airports are killers). It's more like see you later.
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