I woke up with relatively nothing on my schedule, besides a physical appointment I forgot about until later, and after a few impulsive sent text messages, the beach became today’s destination. I raced over to my friend Porter’s house to scoop her, and off we went on a 2 hour trek to the infamous Jersey Shore. There was much uncertainty roaming as we discussed her recent employment acceptance and upcoming relocation to San Francisco. It’s courageous of her to start in a unfamiliar city with a shortage of resources-savings,friends, etc. As we planted ourselves in the sand and I munched on my beloved Wawa hoagie, which a Seagull swooped in to take a bite at, thoughts of my next move flooded in. I mean, I have no constrained employment, and no real career/occupation for that matter. With my severance pay, I have roughly enough to last me until the end of October…hopefully. Besides my family, who I love and appreciate everything from, most of my friends have departed from my area. What was really keeping me here? Why shouldn’t I just move out to San Francisco? So, on that beach, with high hopes and plans, I declared that I would move cross country to San Francisco as well.
Major decisions make big splashes
Porter looks on to the future..or that boat