I just got back from ten days in San Francisco and the surrounding areas, working and hanging out with friends. It was an incredible trip, that I didn’t really realize how bad I needed, until it was over and I was left feeling rejuvenated.
Basically it all started when my old boss and now friend, contacted me saying her mom flaked on her, to watch their kids while they had a work conference out of town for a few days. She wanted to know if, by some miracle I would come down to San Francisco and watch the kids for 5 overnights. Well lucky for her (and secretly for me) I love those kids, so so much, and jumped at the opportunity.
Flash forward, I took the train overnight to San Francisco, and got paid to hang out with my favorite kids and friends. It was great. I tagged on a few extra days to go to my home town, and stay with my best friends. Which was even better, even got to meet a friend’s boyfriend, which I don’t even remember the last time I was like actually around and able to do things like that. So so great.
The kids and I basically did everything you can even imagine. We did Japan-Town, TWICE, China-Town (to buy fidget spinners, so help me if I ever see another I will just die), and Fisherman’s Wharf. Seeing as I’m kind of like this weird extended family memeber for the kids, and I totally see them like neice/nephew, I spoiled the crap out of them. I literally bought them whatever they wanted. Which I’m sure their mom secretly hates, but whatever I see them only annually now (FaceTime not included). Not gonna lie, I bought myself a bunch of stuff too. The last day I was there I was specifically trying to buy my husband these vegan Dr Martens and I was rushing to get everything done, I over paid, and didn’t eat any food. It was such a frazzled mess, but whatever.
So the best part of the entire trip, wasn’t even trip related. I was on the bus to San Francisco, from my home town, and my husband called me asking me if I was sitting, which obviously I was. We got approved to move to England by an immigration judge! Nothing is set in stone yet, but just hearing that we CAN go, I burst into happy tears. I was that guy on the bus just hysterically bawling. There was the sweetest man, who spoke very limited English trying to comfort me, as I was trying to pantomime that it was happy tears. Honestly, I wanted to kiss him for being so kind, but I was so overjoyed I just needed to be left alone, and simultaneously pinched. So looks like I’m England bound finally! Life’s pretty sweet at this point, the only way it’ll get better is when I’m snug in my own house again!