Back in San Francisco for another business trip. Every time I visit this city, I'm reminded of how much I love it. The beautiful views of the mountains and the pacific ocean, the wonderfully eclectic architecture, the diverse nooks and crannies of the city, the relatively temperate weather, and the ever-present greenery. I could write songs about how much I fall back in love with it each time I return, and how heartbroken I am each time I get on a plane to leave.
I don't know if I ever felt this way about Boston. True, I was excited when I first moved there - I moved across the continent, for goodness sake! But after the initial rush, I don't know that I'm still as jazzed about living there. True, I've never lived closer to a (sorta) metropolitan city before and that's kinda great. And I really love my apartment. I've got a small circle of friends around the city that I enjoy spending time with. But yet, something's missing. Work is relatively fulfilling, although I am getting somewhat bored by the day-to-day. The one consolation is that I am starting to get more interesting "side" projects. The downside of this is that I end up spending too much time slaving away and not enough time playing.
When I start feeling like this, I start to think about the job offer in the Netherlands. Although I understand and have come to terms with tea fact that I'm tied to an informal contract in Boston for another year, I can't help but feel a little resentment about the fact that I had to turn down the opportunity to live and work in Europe. I guess I have to remind myself that whether I'm here or there, the initial feeling of excitement will only last for so long. I need to somehow get at the heart of what's making me feel so melancholy before I decide to make another major life change.
...but that's a bloc for another day.
One Love :: Bob Morley
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