A bag of mixed feelings

A bag of mixed feelings - to go please: I've had such a blast in SF. But just being here has sent my brain spinning. Moving away from my HOME of 14 years, the life that I created for myself, was one of the hardest things I've done. It's just not the same down south. And coming back here this time, is very different from my previous visits. It hit me harder than I thought it would. Someone asked me what I missed most about living in SF. That's easy. My friends are here. Friends that I have a *history* with. I have new friends in my new community and they are great - fantastic. I'm sure we will know each other forever kinda friends, but it's new. It feels fragile, like it could all disappear tomorrow. My oldest friends, my family, my clan - it's all right here in SF. We went to Wild Side last night just for the hell of it ... to play some pool and watch some soccer (not a big soccer fan, but an incredible game last night no?) Just hanging with my best buds, pounding a few beers, laughing - really laughing, from the gut, totally sated with the company of my comrades. It was good. I felt like I was home.

Tomorrow I'm off to Florida (see Fridays post.) I just talked to my Mom and apparently, I'm invited to join everyone in THE DELIVERY ROOM. Uh... How do you respectfully decline an invitation like that? I'm not sure I really need to see the whole process. I was kind of hoping for that nice, clean, swaddled, have a cigar kind of introduction to my niece.

If I'm not permanently scarred, I'll post on Wednesday and let ya know how it went.