One weekend down, two more to go...

So I'm starting to enter my final stretch in San Francisco. I only have two more full weekends left, and I feel like I have so much to do, but really a lot of the work is kind of taken care of. I'm lucky enough to have people taking over my apartment who are buying most of my furniture. The moving company that is moving some of my stuff comes here and does all the packing for me. So really, I just have to get some boxes, ship some stuff to my moms, change my address for my banking stuff and my mail forwarding and I guess that's it. Maybe it's just the gravity of the whole moving situation that has me feeling like there is a lot to do. It's just the stress of the fact that I'm moving.

Just an update on what's been going on the last few days in my life, the Gators lost, though I was able to get a great view of them losing in the office where we hooked up a TV to stream the game live into the office.



Friday I had a little going away party at one of my favorite San Francisco bars, Kozy Kar. This bar has water beds, the floor and bar is shellacked with centerfolds from 70's and 80's playboy and is just generally a great time and a typical San Francisco experience. http://www.mazeltovproductions.com/ I wonder if Sydney will have bars like this... My coworker Dave somehow managed to break a table here by belly flopping on it (he did this on a cop car in college too).

Saturday I went to Shirley's apartment in the morning where she cooked us all breakfast, and then went across the street to Lafayette park where I played with some dogs. Though all of these seem like mundane details, they are the things that I love doing and make me a little sad as I know things are going to be different very soon. I love living so close to Shirley and Lisa and will miss going over to their apartment to eat their food, drink their booze or just do nothing. They are amazing friends and I do worry about staying in touch since I know from moving previously that some friendships inevitably drop off when you move. Though someone recently reminded me that in a way, it is a true test of who are your real friends anyway, as the people I've managed to stay in touch with from all of the places I've lived are unquestionably my closest friends, it is still sad to think about. I will definitely miss living right across the street from a beautiful park where I can go at any time and get my dog fix (since I still don't see a dog in my future any time soon. Still not responsible enough. Breathe easy, Dad.)

The San Francisco weather has been absolutely perfect this week which naturally hasn't made it any easier to really accept that I'm leaving but I'm pretty sure it won't be too bad in Sydney, either. This evening I'm going bowling with some friends so I'm looking forward to that as well.

In a way, moving is making me take more advantage of every moment here with my friends and just doing stuff because I know that my remaining time here is limited. It's really a lesson in how I probably should be living my life anyway because realistically all of our time alive is limited and we should be taking advantage of every second we have, but it's not something many of us do or actively recognize. I hope I'm able to carry this attitude and lesson with me to Sydney and really try to make the most of every second I have.