The move is now complete. I am officially (finally!) a San Franciscan. The new place, located in upper Noe Valley just off where Market Street turns into Portola, is shaping up nicely; and we were able to host friends and family this past weekend to celebrate my entry into Forty-Something Land.
The stress of being away from Brent has subsided, the anxiety over packing up & moving is nowhere to be found, and I have my eye on a couple of nice job opportunities. Life, for the most part, is good.
Since I am no longer living on California's beautiful south coast, the South Coast Journal no longer exists. Beginning today the random thoughts, opinions, and cyber outbursts from yours truly will come your way via Wayne's Whirled.
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