Goodbye San Diego

I have spent the past week mentally preparing myself for the next big journey my life has offered up. And now that I have finally accepted that I have made the decision to make yet another 3,000 mile move, I've started to think back on my San Diego experience. I have taken a lot of the SoCal lifestyle into consideration but never succumb to it. I have met some fantastic people, met friends I now consider to be family......

San Diego is where Kathy Griffin called me on my birthday and gave me tickets to her show, where I was filmed during her Bravo special.

San Diego is where I begged people to bring me when I woke up in Tijuana with a candy necklace and a headache. (and no shoes)

San Diego is where I walked with my community to repeal Prop 8.

It's where I finally took notice to the person I have developed into and took pride in my accomplishments.

San Diego is the city that truly does take the tired, the poor and the hungry... even if they have hypodermic needles sticking out of their arms on 7th avenue between E & F streets.

This is the city where I landed an amazing job, got a raise, got a pay cut, got a raise & promotion, got a raise just to make the same money I did when I was first hired.

San Diego is where I experienced a 7.2 earthquake.

It's also the city where I threw out dirty underwear in a public trashcan after a 7.2 earthquake.

San Diego is the city that inspired the plot of the book I am writing.

It's the city that no one is a native of.... East County doesn't count. That's the Jersey Shore of SoCal. ::Fist pumps with enthusiasm for the E.C.::

San Diego is where I spent a day in Pacific Beach then soon after had to evaluate my self worth, accept the things I could not change and love my non 6 pack. I never went back.

It's where I failed miserably surfing.

San Diego is the city that doesn't maintain their pavement and caused the biggest shopping cart disaster Hillcrest has ever seen.

This is the city responsible for my hearing loss. Seriously, why the fuck are the sirens so loud? The ambulances, fire trucks and border patrol are like that ignorant white lady that starts screaming in English thinking the Spanish speaking person will understand better if they're yelled at.... We get it, you're coming.

San Diego is the place where I treated my liver it was on loan.

It's the city I have come to love and will no doubt, miss.