Updates
I’ve moved to San Francisco. More specifically, I’ve moved to the beach (more on the vast calming properties of the Pacific in the future, I’m sure). The subtle energy of community is a lot more palpable here in the Outer Sunset than it was in Palo Alto, though I’m certain I could have put in a bit more effort while I was there. I look forward to the Earth Day neighborhood trash cleanup tomorrow morning that was advertised on a flyer at the tiny coffee shop a few blocks from our house. Small is good, small is all.
Outside of the immediate neighborhood, being generally closer to friends, old and new, has already brought me great joy—a park meetup or dinner plans are less subject to deterioration because they don’t have to be as planned to begin with. Companionship—and the vast variety of relationships and levels of connection it can hold—is such an important life force, a truly indispensable and foundational element to building the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible.
Beyond the frenzied move and social energy of Spring, I’ve been spending the majority of my free time building, organizing, and learning how to meld a music library for future DJ sets—some of which are happening in real life and some of which remain a blurry, hopeful vision. I have found deep enjoyment in crafting mixes and connecting with others who share a belief in the power of rhythm and melody. I’m not quite sure where and to whom this rediscovered hobby will lead me, but it’s hard to go wrong when good music gets paired with good people.
I’ve been watching Sierra win multiple races and hearing about the lectures she is leading on the wonders of soil and trying to be helpful when we put together our bed frame and actually digging Taylor Swift’s latest. I’ve been reading short stories that fall under the broad theme of memories and how weird and powerful they can be in shaping how we see the world and ourselves. I’ve been running with a little more pep in my step and stressing out about the Knicks. I’ve been basking in the 72+ hours my parents spent with me this week, listening to stories about their childhood, admiring their eagerness to continue growing personally and professionally, introducing them to cherished friends, and leading them down Haight Street on 4/20. I’ve been trying to save Market Match. I’ve been waking up a little later than I’d like to and unsubscribing from newsletters that I realize I don’t really read anymore.