Clean Slate in SF

The past three weeks were a much-needed rest stop in Virginia. My whole family lives there, and it's where I grew up. I never believed I would stay there for the rest of my life, but in being away from it, I always feel Virginia's gravity ... the smell of burning leaves in the winter and daffodils in the spring, muddy riverside walks, the beautiful seasons, the red earth, the neat, brick homes ...

But here I am in San Francisco with a whole new start. I moved into a new house with a bunch of awesome people who I've never met, I bought a car from a young couple just on their way out of SF to London, and I start my new job on Monday where my job description is still under review. Many of my close friends are still here, but the people I miss the most have moved away ... New York, Palo Alto, Shanghai, Virginia, Los Angeles.

There is something both excitingly liberating and painfully sad about a truly clean slate. Wish me luck, this is going to be another adventure.