Friday, November 11, 2011

SF DAY 1!

I told you I would have more to post! DAY 1 IS ON!

I landed in Las Vegas for a quick layover to pick up my high school friend, Miguel. I found it fitting that while I had time, I would write a letter to my Mother. I haven't spoken to her in a while. There is no good explanation for that. I've tried to write out many but as you can see, I have deleted them all.
I wrote from my heart and it poured out onto my iphone "paper" with ease.

Hi Mom!

This morning I flew out of SL at 630am. Over and just beyond the Wasatch Mountains I was able to be a witness to the sun rising. My life has been busy lately but as I was able to experience that moment of peace which I feel frequents me more often lately I was able to think about you and Dad. How are you two doing? I miss you guys a lot and I wish I could come home. I feel a tweak of guilt in knowing I am on my way to SF and I could have used that money towards PHX instead. I enjoy seeing new places and experiencing all that that have to offer but home is really where my heart is- where the two people who created me are. I think that is something special- to have a 26 year relationship with the 3 people who matter most to me in this life (Liisa is in there too). I am so glad, honored and proud to call you my family. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for trusting my decisions and respecting them even when you haven't agreed with them. You were right- it's much better to keep a relationship with someone you love than to let their behavior you don't agree with get in the way of that. I am honored to call you my Mother and friend. I love you Mom. I would go back and proof read this email but I think I'll just start crying. Probably wouldn't be the weirdest sight in Las Vegas. I am waiting for Miguel's flight to pick me up and then we head to San Francisco! Woo hoo! We already have tickets to Alcatraz on Monday. But that is really one of the only solid things we have planned (that and I really want to see the SF Museum of Modern Art). We want to experience these next four days with a sense of adventure and openness. Thank you for being a part of my life. And remember- it's not always easy but it is always worth it!

Love Amy xoxo

Sent from my iPhone

Because sometimes, most times, always- I feel it's important to tell the people that I love that I love them. Tomorrow may never come for me or for you and what if I pass an opportunity to tell you how I feel about you? Shame on me.

After that, Miguel's plane arrived to pick me up we were off to SAN FRANCISCO! Seeing Miguel always awakens a sense of adventure inside of me. We have some great adventures together and I am glad we could take this one on together.

Here are a few things we did DAY 1:
- Lunch @ Jasper's on Taylor Street (best blue cheese burger I have tasted)
- Shopped at Urban Outfitters and Forever 21 (50% off and b1g1 free?! YES PLEASE)
- de Young Museum in the rain (opera is not for me but coloring is)
- Chinatown for dinner (not the whole community, just one place ;)

My favorite part of today was taking in the city as a whole. I got flustered at the BART ticket machine @ the SF airport and forgot my pin for my debit card... So far this city reminds me of a mini NYC.

I share my experiences with you. Why? Some are surface activities and some are intimate moments which reveal deeper. things. Inside each of us is hope. I hope to awaken that inside those who I touch. Creation first starts with hope and turns into a deeper desire. I hope...

Amy xoxo

"A Brook In The City"
by Robert Frost

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid darkness still to live and run --
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.

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