Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Legs' Transition to San Francisco

Life currently feels a bit surreal. My move to San Francisco was looming for the past three months. For a month and a half, Steak and I prepared for the move together. Steak spent four weeks getting his affairs in order at his office in DC and then he had two weeks to pack a few things, say goodbye to friends and fly to San Francisco to start his new position. All the while I stayed in DC at my current job. Nothing in my life seemed to change. I still had my volunteer shifts, I still had dance class, I still had my friends, my job and my apartment. The only thing missing was Steak.

Four weeks into our separation, we flew to Albuquerque, NM for Steak's cousin's wedding. For the first time in a month I saw my husband. When the plane landed in the desert it was hard to wrap my mind around my current situation. I was living in DC, moving to San Francisco and visiting my husband in New Mexico. I felt like I was living in a dream world, a universe that was not my own.

Now that I'm finally in San Francisco, after another two week separation from Steak, I'm starting to settle back into reality. California doesn't quite feel like home yet, but at least it feels more stable than the last three months of moving preparation and bi-coastal apartment rental. I'm taking a week off of work to settle into my new surroundings and starting on Monday I'm back to work in my same position, for the same team, just from a new office. I'm crossing my fingers for a smooth transition.

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