Over the weekend, I moved out of my room and put most of my stuff in storage. It was a relatively smooth process, but it was exhausting! It was also totally bizarre to see everything I own stacked up in this little storage space in Oakland, and to close the door and put a lock on it.

Now I'm sleeping in the living room, and the new roommate (one of my co-workers) has already moved in. It's strange to be camping out in my own apartment. I feel disjointed and out of sorts, a guest in my own home, trying hard to not be a nuisance and not be in the way. I'm frustrated by having all my clothes in a small overnight bag and having to dig through it to find the shirt I want to wear, by not being able to find an important piece of paper, or by leaving the house without my watch because it's buried in a box. Guess I better get used to this--it's just the beginning!

I have just 10 more days until I leave, and only 5 more days of work. This will be my last weekend in San Francisco, and I'm starting to get mushy and nostalgic about the city. On my way home from work last night, I marveled (as I always do) about the fog, but made an extra effort to really imprint it on my mind since I won't see it again for so long. I'm thinking about restaurants I want to go to before I leave, and things I want to see one last time. When I say these things to friends here, they say, "But you're coming back, right?," reminding me that these things will still be here when I return. But I have no idea what will happen when I get back. My stuff's here, so I'll at least have to come pick it up. Beyond that, it's hard to say what I'll do and where I'll go next summer. And that's all part of the adventure!