Dear Reader,
I am currently writing to you from my new studio in San Francisco. Listening to “Still Not Falling” by Shy Girls and waiting for my toe nail polish to dry. The windows are all open wide even though a cool breeze sweeps through into the room and Karl The Fog lurks over the city like a blanket across a sleeping child.
I just moved into this new place. It’s beautiful. Located on Post Street, it sits on the third floor of a quaint building. I have large windows across the entire side of the room, opening up to vine covered wall. I feel like I live in a secret garden even though the hustle and chaos of downtown is just down the street. My fellow tenants seem sweet and my landlords are parent-like and caring.
I have started decorating. Posters on wall, postcards on the fridge, and even a little terrium garland across the windows. Now all i need to do is hang up my photos - my favorite part. It’s like a little line of memories hung on a string by a clothes pin.
The bottom floor is a coffee shop. (I know, perfect for me.) And to a quick surprise, I already have a job there. Right now I am a dishwasher/cashier, but I do hope to quickly learn how to be a barista.
School hasn’t started yet. It will pick up in September. I am excited for classes to begin. I am taking a graphic design class this semester. Fancy that? I am nervous for that because it is a field that I have no real previous experience with, but that also makes me eager to jump in and try.
Anyways. I want you to know that I haven’t been happy for a while. Like truly happy. Which is sad, because look around me - I live an incredibly wonderful life. I am so fortunate and surrounded by so much love and support. This feeling I have is a combination of multiple things, but mostly it’s all in my head. I know I can change it and with that I am trying hard to change little things daily. So far, I think it might be working.
I apologize for not writing sooner. I promise to try harder.
Forever and Always,
Audrey
