Archive for June, 2008

Well, I’m finally… in San Francisco.  

For years, I’d wanted to move out to San Francisco.  But stuff just kept coming up.  New opportunities in DC kept presenting themselves, and I stayed… and stayed.. and stayed.  

The one day last year in the spring, I said to myself – I’ll never leave DC if I don’t make a firm plan to get out of here.  I privately decided that I would move in the Fall of 2007. 

I first let slip of my plans in this blog post.  Things were a-go for the fall, and the wheels were turning.  

As my days in DC drew to an end, and I was furiously packing up and wrapping up all those loose ends, I made a decision that would delay, yet AGAIN my arrival in San Francisco.  

I decided to go to Bishop first.  It was just supposed to be two, three months, then I’d continue on my way to San Francisco and make my place here.  

But I nearly stayed in Bishop.  I fell in love with the little town.  The amazing climbing.  The beautiful weather and mountains.  I started thinking about mabye just putting down roots in Bishop for a year, mabye more.  

The fates thought otherwise.  They acted that late St. Patrick’s day afternoon – and I fell off a rock.   The resulting weeks, confined to my chair at my small cottage in Bishop brought clarity to my original dream of moving out to this city.  It was not meant for me to stay in Bishop.  It was time to move on.  

But I had to go home first, so back to Minneapolis I went.  My brother got married.  Then I was back on the road with my aunt, racing towards San Francisco.  

And I’m finally here!  I arrived Monday.  I’ve been spending the last few days getting settled in and joining up with old friends, and making new friends.  

I hope to share with all of you more of what’s to come!

Brian from Climbingnarc.com had been digging around his old pictures when he found this picture of me taking a stab at Disco Diva (V8) back in 2006.  Since I’m usually the one with the camera, there’s usually not a lot of pictures of me climbing.

This was about as far up as I got that day.  I couldn’t get past that little crimpy pull.  I finally sent this problem in February.  

My life the last year has been one big series of packing and unpacking. I packed up and left DC. I unpacked at my brother’s place in MN. I packed up the car and left MN. I packed/unpacked lots of little times at various stops along the way on my 10 day road trip. I rolled into Bishop that morning and the next day, found myself unpacking in my new rental cottage.

Four months later, I’m packing up the cottage and leaving Bishop. Unpacking again at my brother’s place. Now six weeks later, I’m packing up again for my move to SF.

I love traveling. I love seeing new sights. I wouldn’t trade this amazing experience for anything, but I hate packing/unpacking.

Sigh. Back to packing.