Address Fluid

A global pandemic. Civic unrest. A brush with death due to a parasite. Wildfires everywhere. Waking up with an orange sky and air that burns your eyeballs.

Packing up

This was our reality for the past month in San Francisco. Not to mention paying $5K/month for a little over 1,000 square feet to overlook a drained hot tub and a pool we couldn’t use. Fiscally, it didn’t make sense to stay where we were, paying for someone else’s mortgage and amenities that we hadn’t used in over six months (!)

Had I not been hospitalized after contracting a parasite that nearly killed me, I’m unsure if we would have decided to pack everything up and move out of the city we called home for almost six years. However, my hospital experience was incredibly traumatic, and without any connections to the SF Hospital system, it was the first time I felt truly alone. Trapped in the isolation wing for four days in a small room, the only human interaction I had was with the nurses who entered wearing full PPE garb. 

My hospital room.

Once discharged from the hospital, I was utterly exhausted. Narrowly missing the window for a blood transfusion, thank god my numbers started going up right before they scheduled it. My body (and my mind) needed serious TLC and downtime. I could barely walk around the apartment without feeling lightheaded. And the day before my hospitalization, I had walked 4 miles and done two online intense yoga classes. All of the conditioning I’d worked on was gone in just a few days.

All of the reasons to leave SF had compounded. It became abundantly clear that we needed to get out. So we did. A little over a month later, the movers came and took all of our belongings to storage. We packed a couple of suitcases of warm weather clothes and began our drive to the east coast. With Moo as my copilot, I can now definitively say that long-distance road trips aren’t for me, but I’m happy with our decision.

For the foreseeable future, we will be working with a strong Wifi signal in South Florida. If you’d asked me back in January if there was any possibility of us moving out of SF (or California, in general), I would have laughed incredulously. Now, I am taking it day by day and going with the flow.

Accurate.

Sisterly Love

There no relationship quite like that of sisters. You can be punching, screaming, and pulling each other’s hair one minute and giggling on the floor the next. I have been extremely blessed to have not just one, but two, younger sisters who, despite our differences, I would give my life for. Before I get into the meat of my post, I do want to clarify that you don’t actually have to be blood-related to have that sister bond: you can be neighbors, best friends, cousins, sorority sisters, etc. The bond of sisters is like nothing else in the entire world.

les trois sœurs
les trois sœurs

With that being said, I want to do a shoutout to my littlest sister, Alexandra (aka: Lexie), who is a senior in high school and has just decided where she wants to attend college in the fall. This past year, I feel like our entire family has been holding our breath, waiting for these college acceptance letters and now, we can all breathe a sigh of relief. And I’m not going to lie, I felt like I was living vicariously through Lexie during this period of time because I had definitely repressed the memories of that intense anxiety and stress over the uncertainty of the future. When she was feeling down about a rejection letter, there I was feeling depressed and angry that they didn’t see her potential. Not only is she an AP/Honors student, but she created a service organization and she played FOOTBALL on the high school Varsity team – like HELLO?! How cool is that? I just couldn’t believe that any school failed to see how amazing she is.

Lexie was the kicker for the high school Varsity football team all four years.
Lexie was the kicker for the high school Varsity football team all four years.

Then, as I am doing more research on college acceptances I’m realizing that it honestly is a complete game of chance on whether or not you get in. It is extremely subjective and based on the luck of the draw depending on who actually looks at your application. Now I’m not bashing every admissions office, but that’s not to say that there isn’t a cloud of suspicion as to who gets in and who doesn’t.

Underneath that helmet was a girl!
Underneath that helmet was a girl!

Anyways, I am getting a little bit off topic. As the oldest of three girls, I was the one who had to “blaze the trail” and set an example. I remember getting to college and having zero idea of what I was supposed to do. I never really talked to anyone about what day to day life was supposed to be like. I remember that gut-wrenching feeling of being alone for the first time in my life, and I was absolutely petrified. But I have a pretty good feeling that my baby sister won’t really have that problem. I think the hardest part will be having to reign you in once you get the taste of freedom, to be honest.

Typical Lexie behavior.
Typical Lexie behavior.

In the end, what I want to express is how truly proud I am of you, Lexie. You are an incredibly sincere young woman, with a heart of gold and I know you will excel wherever you go.  Just remember to always keep an open mind, make friends with people with all sorts of backgrounds and stay true to yourself. Oh, and don’t skip class! 💋

My beautiful baby sister.
My beautiful baby sister.