Nate recently posted this, which provided me with the perfect word, “transience.” I’m not sure I’m sick of it like he is, but I certainly have thoughts.
I’ve started really getting the hang of San Francisco. I have a very good sense of direction now, and can visualize where I am in the city with ease. Too bad I’m leaving in 2 months! I’ll be going back to Cincinnati, where I will be for 9 months—the longest I’ve been in one city in five years!
Friendships suffer on account of all the travel. Of course, I live in a time where it’s easier than ever to stay in contact with people far away, but I’m not very good at it; I consistently just fade out when I leave a place, not making any effort to keep in touch.
And relationships, forget about it. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a “relationship” only lasted 3 months, and he lived 2+ hours away… A few weeks ago, I was asked “how do you not have three boyfriends here already?” to which I had no good response. The guy wasn’t even applying to be one of the three. I’m fairly confident that, if I wanted to, I could “hook up” with a new guy every night, for as long as I’m in SF. But who would want that? Where are the guys that want to just hang out?
I should feel grateful for the opportunities I’ve had, and I do. Not everyone is able to travel around on internships, or study abroad, etc. But actually “living” somewhere would be nice. Still waiting on that bookshelf.
