“There’s simply no real substitute for physical presence.”
But what I’ve come to realize is that’s not enough. It’s not enough to turn your phone or computer or iPad or television off for a few hours.
But what I’ve come to realize is that’s not enough. It’s not enough to turn your phone or computer or iPad or television off for a few hours.
15 years. It’s been 15 years since Ms. Marsell’s English class where I met my best friend. Much like the beginnings of many friendships, we didn’t quite like each other at first. But, we persevered. And throughout the last 15 years, we’ve continued to persevere.
Much of the time, life gets in the way of what we truly want to be doing. It’s an unfortunate circumstance, but I’m pretty sure you all can relate.
I never thought I’d be in San Francisco for five years. When I moved to the City by the Bay in July of 2009, I honestly thought I wouldn’t “make it.”
Over coffee with a friend last week, we talked about how quickly time passes. We agreed that, as we get older, our concept of time shifts.
Remember, in high school, when you met that one girl (or guy) with whom you just clicked? You both liked the same music, the same burrito bowl at Chipotle, the same smoothie at Jamba Juice, and therefore you were soulmates — attached at the hip. You wove together friendship bracelets and swear you’d never ever take yours off.
This morning, I woke up to a Tweet. It wasn’t just the typical @reply or RT I usually wake up to. This Tweet lead me to a completely unexpected, unsolicited, but not at all unrequited #blogcrush post written by Elisa of Ophelia’s Webb.
My flight back to San Francisco from Denver was an eventful one. The last passenger to board the plane was a young man, probably in his early thirties, who announced to all the passengers that they should not worry because “after a few more drinks, [he] could fly this shit.”