With most writings on this blog, I have the luxury of hindsight and distance to reflect on the events in my life. This week I experienced a roller coaster ride of emotions that I’m not far enough away from yet to appreciate. I believe I will appreciate this one day, just not right now.
If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may have felt like I haven’t been on top of my game as of late. I know I’ve felt rather distracted and less creative in recent months. This evening, I started writing a blog explaining what is going on in my life but I realized that it would not be in my best interests professionally to write about it at this time. I know this comes off as cryptic and makes for a really shitty story, but it is going to have to be a story to tell at a later date. I know I’ll be fine, and I’m hoping this is going to be one of those turning points in life that leads to something wonderful. Sometimes you don’t see your path until you fall face first onto it.
In the meantime, I do apologize – I didn’t write
last week for two weeks, and I’m really struggling to turn on the “writer switch” in my head. It’s funny – I write music when I’m sad, but I write articles and stories when I’m happy. I’d be really prolific if only I could time this all out properly. I hate phoning it in, but at the same time I feel a need to keep this blog going. I don’t want this to be an abandoned project, yet I’m afraid I’m going to suck so badly at writing it would have the same effect. I’m going to push through this and keep trying. I ask you to bear with me. Let’s consider this an experiment to fight against my anxiety, depression and all those pessimistic, doomsday feelings that resurface when things turn to shit.
So that is the cryptic and lousy storytelling portion discussing the lows of the roller coaster; let me tell you a little about the highs this week so we can end this thing on a positive note.
Chris flew up to Alameda on Thursday to move into his apartment and get ready for the new job. I flew out Friday evening to spend the weekend with him and help him get settled. I’ve joked about this being a “bachelor pad” of sorts for him. After seeing the apartment, it really has more of a Halfway House vibe to it. Maybe it just needs a lava lamp and a Fathead.
We walked all over the island on Saturday, enjoying the sunny weather and cute neighborhoods. We drooled over some huge homes that were well out of our price range; it’s good to dream a little.
Some friends of our recently moved to the SoMa area of San Francisco, so we decided to check out the ferry and meet them for dinner. We sat up top, hair be damned, enjoying views of the Bay as we crossed over to the Embarcadero. Chris was pleased that this method of commuting would not suck for him. I took the above picture of the Bay Bridge along the way.
We then met with our friends to eat at Luce, and I had an excellent meal that featured creative and delicious combinations of flavors. I started with an artichoke velouté with hazelnuts, cocoa and pears. It was amazing – creamy but light and very flavorful. For my main dish, I had Lobster with lemon verbena foam, green strawberries and corn velouté. It was one of those dishes where everything not only highlighted the main ingredient but enhanced its flavor. We’re going to love eating out in San Fran.
We headed back on the ferry, watching the reflection of city lights dance against the water:
I smiled at Chris. “Just imagine, eventually you’re going to do this so much you’ll take this view for granted.”
He smiled “I hope I don’t. But you’re probably right.”
As I sit here in Arizona and he sits in Alameda, knowing I will only see him for a couple of days every two weeks for the next several months, I realize how easy it is to take a beautiful view for granted.
P.P.S Holy crap, I guess it’s been two weeks since I posted. Blogger fail.