Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. (via Ali Edwards)
Honestly, I thought this prompt for #reverb10 would be easy. I even smiled when I read it in my inbox, thinking to myself, “oh, this one should be easy.” But now that I sit down to write it, I can’t think of one moment in 2010 where I didn’t feel alive.
San Francisco makes me feel alive. In the middle of September, I signed a new lease for another apartment in my same building. It was official — I was living in San Francisco for (at least) another year. What that also meant was that I made it. I survived a whole year in this magical city. Self-sufficient and independent. I successfully created an incredible life for myself out here.
It was a summer afternoon, when it hit me. I had just put away items from the last box of my move into the new apartment. Casi and Greg were on their way over to spend the afternoon in the sunshine. I donned my favorite green dress — one that I’d wear all summer when I lived in Colorado.
Upon their arrival, we immediately decided to take advantage of my new roof access. With a deck of cards, a six-pack of Longhammer, and a bag of pistachios, we climbed the stairs to the top. And as the sun beat down on our rickety wooden table, I was home.
I looked out into the clear blue sky, onto the tops of buildings, I could almost see the ocean. The wind whipped around me, I closed my eyes and everything stopped.
It’s amazing how such a small event, one that Casi and Greg probably have very little recollection of, can affect someone so deeply. It was a beautiful afternoon, in a year of dream-come-true.
