San Diego, I’m sorry, but we’re through. I’ve tried for years to make it work, but it’s not me, it’s you. I’ve tried to change for you, in fact I have, and still it’s just not working. I first thought that we’d be great together, having good times and learning a great deal while we were together. But while the learning still happened, and some fun did as well, you seemed determined to break me. Well, you nearly did, but I’ve had it. I’m through, and I’m out.

I thought that because your friends and neighbors were so awesome, we’d get along through all the hard times. And while I have made many a friend down here – like barefooted Alicia and Alli with her hair dyed so intriguingly, all the wonderful people at the now-dead Art Etc. and you guys and gals know who you are, old friends from high school, Alex and Whitney and Justo and Vanessa and Marcus and the rest of chappy third floor, and all those great folks from all the floors of chappy my freshman year, Ryan and Sarah from the front desk (late night game of risk anyone? ), V-money and Erin and Dane and Carissa and Evan, Huy with all his enthusiasm, and all the other myriad of people named and unnamed, the simple fact still stands – San Diego, I can’t stand to live with you anymore. I haven’t slept well with you once, always waking up all the time for no reason or drifting through varying degrees of insomnia. I never have the facilities I want to really cut loose and cook up a storm, and damn it all, you’re just not right for me.

Besides all the wonderful friends, there are so many professors and teachers that I will miss, especially Professor Stewart with all her wisdom, Mary Anne Luera with her gentle encouragement, Richard Keeley with his utter genius and creativity, Professor Corlett and his philosophical brilliance, Jamie Madden with her kind understanding and awesome booklist, and so many others. While I’ll miss their classes and them, that can’t be what holds me to San Diego.

So San Diego, I’m leaving you. I’m headed back home to friends and family, and then I’ll see if DVC wants to get together for a while before asking Santa Cruz to take me. I’m waking up and seeing that where I want to be, just isn’t here.

Deuces.



and if that is just tl;dr, then in short I'm headed home to the bay. My desire is to go to UCSC, but we'll see how that goes.