SF: Day 5

How pleasant to wake up at 8:30 and have a text from Southwest Airlines saying my 12 o'clock flight had been cancelled. Fantastic. Groggy and confused, I got on the computer for the first time since I'd left school last Friday and tried to rebook my flight. After multiple denials by the internet and two twenty minute on-hold calls with the Southwest hotline, I finally got my flight rebooked and would be departing San Francisco at 2:40 that afternoon.

We just had a slow lazy morning. Breakfast of eggs, olive bread, and yogurt with berries. Packed up everything in the most strategic way possible, did a little reading, and then dozed off for another little nap before leaving for the airport. Trevor and I said bye, I thanked him profusely for a wonderful weekend, and then I was on my own in the SFO. I much prefer that airport to the LAX - it's huge but it just has a better feel about it. I settled down with a parfait bought from a little sandwich shop, my ipod, my book, and a notebook. I re-fell in love with Brett Dennen. I began writing about my first day in the city. I read a chapter in my book. And then I was on the plane, in the air, enjoying one last view of San Francisco before we flew into a sea of clouds and fog.

I was a little sad to be leaving the city so soon. It had brought up a lot of thoughts and emotions, ones that are still here for me to ponder; things that will probably come up a lot over the next few weeks in thought and in future blogging. I've gained some new perspective, some new ideas, some new passions. Who new that a few days could have that big of an impact? I've already been thinking about when I may be able to go back.

My sadness disappeared as I flew over the coast and got a beautiful, clear view of the islands and the sun sparkling on the blue ocean water; sights that I am blessed to associate with my home. Coming home also means there's time to plan for a new adventure, and I really can't wait. :)