today.

I woke up too early. 4am to be exact. I drove three hours to gather all of my belongings and transport them here. To my new city. Leaving feels like a life jacket made of bricks. I get nervous. I forget my directions. I feel lost. I have no confidence in myself or my driving skills. Regardless of the fact that I've made this drive at least 100 times.
The drive went quickly, despite the anxiety. I drank way too much coffee and showed up just on time to pick up the U- haul, but an hour late for my hair appointment.
The temperature quickly hits the hundreds and I realize we don't have everything as "together" as I remembered.
Bringing out lives into the city took us 5 hours instead of 3.
I let a woman in front of me for the toll and she pays mine. I have no words to express the gratitude I felt. It was like the first time a handsome man opened a door for me. Pulled out a chair. Or when people let you ahead of them in the grocery line.
Prop 8 was over-turned.
I got horribly lost in SF. Wound up in north beach. Ended up taking the route that got us lost to get back home.
Had my first San Francisco anxiety attack. Double vision and all. Laying here. In my bed. A mess among cardboard wreckage I am so happy. Today was a whirlwind welcome from the city that is now my home.
Today was a day. The best and worst day.