I Like to Wander

Its seems a little screwy, a little unusual. But I like to wander around big cities by myself. I think its the anonymity, the ability to encounter solitude while being part of a mass of human beings that attracts me. No one knowing my name, where I'm from, my life story. There is something freeing in this. It makes me stop and think. Then look around at everyone else. Both seem to be good for me (although thinking can get me in trouble sometimes and lead me in loops around my head). This is what the San Francisco portion of my spring break has been. Learning the city by car, public transportation and foot. I've allowed my mind to run amuck as I walk through the streets until I can't handle my own thoughts than stopped and stared at the Bay, the boats, the bridges and the people. It seems to pomote a feeeling of independence amidst anxieties about the future and moving away from the home and security I've built in Tacoma. And I have found pieces of the Bay that remind me of Puget Sound, slips of San Francisco that make me recall Buenos Aires. I've encountered a feeling of familiarity in this new experience. And a glimpse of what life could be like next year.