Most of you reading this already know, but for those of you who don’t, here we go: I’m moving across the country to San Francisco.

Let’s get some of the details out of the way: I quit my job here in New York, and have not fully secured one in SF.  I am packing a suitcase, but do not officially have a place to live.  I plan to stay with Bridget and Kathleen while my feet find the ground.  My flight leaves tomorrow. I have secured a Halloween costume before securing a job.  Yes, I already bought face paint. For now, those are the details I have.

Before I get into how excited I am to turn the page and start living this new chapter of my life, I would first like to say that people move across the country all the time. And they do it like it’s no big deal.  Do something big like this and not have it appropriately recognized by the social media community? Kudos. That’s awesome and I commend you.  But I write a blog, so I’d like to be annoying and write about ceasing the day, okay?  Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll get back to writing about food soon.  No promises.

Next, I would like to set aside all of the stereotypical happy, Pinterist-rainbow colored “shoot for the stars” inspiration squares (bla bla bla see below).  Although, yes, YOLO-isms apply here, I would like to take a different approach.

Ah thank ya to Dave, Mike & Fabian, whoever you are.  Ditto.

SO. Really. Why am I doing this? Aside from having a bad case of restlessness, what gives?  Let’s get something straight here: I am not running away from anything, I have never been unhappy with my situation in New York.  In fact, it’s the opposite.  I am choosing to move because I am happy.  I have struggled with anxiety issues for quite some time, and after finally being able to give it the choke-hold-dropkick-stomp-out (that’s a real thing),  I was able to realize some things.

(Exhibit A, below, exhibits happiness/leaf throwing. Because if you’re not throwing leaves, you’re not happy.)

We are young, but not for long.  Does the astonishingly fast passage of time freak anyone else out like it does me?  It’s like we’re standing on a moving walkway, heading toward our inevitable future.  How have I been in the workforce for 2+ years already? I honestly feel like just graduated high school. College? Where? Someone pass me a pen because I’m about to sign my retirement papers.

In an effort to slow stuff down,  I have forced myself to really stop and think about what is happening around me.  After I was able to take a brief step outside of the time warp, I realized what was important: San Francisco.  Challenging myself in a new city, meeting new people, living away from my family, building stronger relationships, and learning weird public transportation systems (kidding but not really), I soon realized were all a part of my bigger plan.  I want to do this. I’m ready to do this.

Another thing, when I said “we are young,” I wasn’t just talking to you my young (but not for long!) 20-something pals, I’m talking to everyone reading this. I don’t care how old you are, you should be taking what you want from your own life.  It might not be moving across the country for you, but maybe it is signing up for a 5K.  It might not be uprooting yourself from all that you know (oh gosh, am I really doing this?), but it might be attempting to make that apple pie from scratch (hey don’t laugh,  a goal is a goal). I don’t know if you can do it, to be honest, I really don’t know if I can do it.  What I do know, is that we’re already too old not to try it. I understand that jumping off of this moving walkway is scary, but we need to learn if our own feet can walk on their own; move in any direction as they please, right?  Worst case scenario you break a limb or two, and need a cast.  You’ll be stronger for it. You’ll be fine.

Maybe I’ve had too much champange, maybe I’ve gone a little crazy, or maybe I’m just happy.

Catch you guys on the West Coast.