It’s always bittersweet returning home from a trip.  Especially a great one.

My trip last week to San Francisco was incredible. It was different than a usual spring break vacation. I went to California with my roommate – we stayed with my cousin who lives in a fantastic apartment four blocks from Union Square. We didn’t ride the ferry to Sausalito, see Alcatraz or take a bus tour. No, my roommate and I met with various business people around the city. We had appointments every day – as if we lived there. This is what we hope to do after we graduate. 

The city is amazing.

All of the crazy things people tell you about San Francisco are real. I love the reality of the big city. I love walking everywhere, everything being within walking distance. I love how you can be in over seven different countries within ten blocks of San Francisco – from India to Little Italy to Russian Hill to Chinatown all the way to Pakistan and Korea. The food is fantastic. The little mom-and-pop restaurants are to die for. I even loved the homeless man who skipped across the street in a pink leotard, tutu and army boots. I love the feeling of the city – being surrounded by strangers, the hustle and bustle of life.

I love it all.

Am I scared? Hell yes. Not only does the job market SUCK right now, almost all of my entire family is in Colorado. I am extremely close with my family and it is terrifying to not be a 45 minute drive away.

But I have to do this. I have to spread my wings.

And hope I can fly.