In a bar

I’ve been on the greatest weekend adventure. An unforgettable whirlwind of adventure. Today I’ve been crashing from vacation blues the way a drug addict comes down from their last hit. Okay, that’s a bit drastic but I’ve spent the day lost in “The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue” because I’m not ready to face the reality of real life just yet.

My room is a mess, and I told the boy toy that I would be cooking dinner. But I needed to get away, to write the words that were forming in my head less it become another imaginary blog post. He went to an appointment so I headed down to find a place to write.

So here I sit. In a bar, a of glass of wine, the sound of a terrible playlist, 30 minutes before it’s back to reality…

San Francisco, what an absolute dream come true. It was much more beautiful than I ever imagined. When I first started dreaming of moving here to the states, I envisioned standing on the hill overlooking the bridge and that moment was everything that I dreamed it to be.

It’s been on my vision board for over 2 years now, this year I put it as a goal on a mini champagne bottle , “Take a Polaroid at the Golden Gate Bridge”. Tonight I’ll crack it open at dinner, taste the sweetness of success and smile inside for all the things past, present and future that lead me experience these moments I dreamed of for so long.

Space Needle, Seattle, White House, Washington DC, Rocky Mountains, Colorado, Golden Gate Bridge, California…four places, three of which I had experienced with my boo. To check the last one off my list with my daughter felt so perfect. It felt right.

She organized the most perfect itinerary and researched all the perfect instagram worthy places. Lombard street, the Palace of Fine Arts, the painted ladies, a windmill park, San Francisco bridge and the perfect dinner spot near Oakland Bridge, our first day was packed and filled me with absolute wonder that a city so marvelous could even exist.

The next day, we woke up to catch the sunrise at Twin Peaks. I always knew that a place like that existed. You read it and see it in the movies, but to actually experience it in real life, it felt unreal. It was breath taking. It really makes you appreciate how grand and phenomenal the world is and how you are such a tiny dot in this vast mysterious world.

That moment made me think of that scene in “Everything, Everywhere, All at Once” where the two rocks are looking out over the edge of the earth. Just peaceful,

We then headed to the beach, which absolutely awed me how one minute we could be in the mountains and the next standing on the beach. It was such an incredible feeling, and honestly the moment that made me fall totally in love with SF. But the beach will always have that effect on me, and my heart I left in Washington DC.

We finished the day with brunch at a restaurant with great views, parks, and lots of shopping. The day was filled with so many lucky moments, from almost getting hit by a car because I accidentally didn’t see the red light, to a tree branch almost falling on my daughters head…the day was filled with moments that reminded me how lucky I am to be alive. Lucky and blessed.

The whole trip was a dream. Like little miracles everywhere we went. Even our flight there and back we managed to end up sitting next to each other, even though I had gotten a deal on the tickets and we were originally sitting apart both ways. Luck or just blessed. I’ll take either one.

San Francisco felt like a city of dreams, a city fulfilling a dream, a city reminding a dreamer that dreams fulfilled did not mean the end but a beginning of dreams to come. There is nothing more powerful than a dreamer with a dream.

…….so what now? Where does a dreamer go from here?

I’m not so sure, but that’s the thing about dreams, they can take you anywhere. Like a blank page in a notebook, the words are already starting to form.

A new dream…a new adventure…

Until next time…

A.A.