as i walked out of the office today, i was struck by the uncharacteristic warmth that the evening breezes carried. for those of you who have ever been to san francisco, you know that “heat” is not a word that usually describes the temperate (albeit fickle) nature of this fair city.
on my trek downtown, somehow the memories, noises, and feelings of two falls ago washed over me as i felt myself transported back into the depths of september shanghai evenings. it reminded me of the excitement of a city stumbling through the spring reincarnation of a new century, and the growing pains that accompanied it. it reminded me of the constant awe i felt at realizing that even if i were to live in shanghai, there was always so much to discover (i know this is true of any city but shanghai especially reminds me of this).
except this time, the hustle and bustle of the city was not that of shanghai, but of san francisco, a city i have dutifully called “home” for the past three years.
a lot has happened in those three years, but none have truly been as significant as this year. i remember starting the year out saying that this would be year where i wouldn’t have any real resolutions — not in the sense that i didn’t want to accomplish anything, but because i truly didn’t know where it would go.
and thus far, it has held true. i have left one job in pursuit of a dream and in doing so, have seemingly found balance with the start of another career. and in doing so, i have continued to find pieces of myself, and i am truly thankful for the friends who have helped me discover those pieces along the way.
but perhaps the most important lesson i’ve learned and that this “journey” has given me thus far this year is that nothing is absolute. i have always believed that life is a journey, and one worth exploring, but i guess i had never really lived it. while i can’t say that i’ve really explored, at least i now know that i can.
and for the commitment-phobe in me, that is a lesson that is well-taken to heart. 🙂
but in all honesty, perhaps that’s what our 20s should be about – to set out into uncharacteristic falls, to stumble, explore our curiosities, and really live our life rather than follow a blueprint that has been handed to us. and for some people, that may be following the guidelines in pursuit of one social milestone after the next – and that’s okay … as long as you’re doing it for yourself.