To be perfectly honest, I'm here for the dance. But don't tell my mom.
If I'm not too lazy (I still have the jet lag to blame), I'll be posting the pros and cons of being here, of pursuing a chunk of my dreams far away from home, far away from the comfort, safety, and certainty of a city I call home.
However, I have to admit that when I boarded the BART train from SFO to Rockridge a few nights ago, I didn't feel like a stranger.
Perhaps it was the ultimate surrender. Or, the jet lag.
Yeah, I think it was the jet lag.