I grew up in a small vacation town along the shore of Lake Michigan, later going to college two hours south. I had always dreamed of moving to New York City, but a trip to San Francisco back in 2008 resulted in me falling in love with the West Coast. A month after my first visit I packed up my things, shipped my car and took a one way flight to the city by the bay. I arrived on a Saturday evening, April 12th, and moved into an apartment (sight unseen) in the neighborhood of Laurel Heights. I will always hold California and Commonwealth Avenue near and dear to my heart. My first job in San Francisco was for a little review website you may have heard of, cold calling local businesses who had no idea what I was talking about. I suppose sales wasn’t my forte! I later found a job at a law firm and began studying for the LSAT, which is what many others seemed to be doing that year of the 2008 crash and recession. Despite my uncertainty for who I was, what my passions were and what I wanted out of life, I had one constant- the San Francisco Giants.
It was that month in April when I fell in love with a sports team for the first time, attending $8 baseball games at AT&T Park. The Giants were terrible at the time (it was the year after Bonds), yet I have always had a soft spot for the underdog. Imagine my surprise when we won the World Series two years later!
There have been a lot of moves in between San Francisco and Boston, but right now I am reflecting on how my life is different today. When my life got hard, I would move. If things didn’t work out or I grew bored, I immediately changed things up. Wherever you go, there you are.
This past time I didn’t run.
The Giants have been very symbolic to me over the past nine years. They followed me back to Michigan in 2012, playing the Tigers, reminding me that miracles (and even numbers) are real. Two years later, while living in New York, they won the series again. My heart was broken this past fall while I was living in Chicago- I went to the first playoff game at Wrigley Rooftops and watched them lose to the Cubs. Did I jinx them?!
Nevertheless, during the time the Cubs won the World Series, I began the process of my own recovery, self acceptance and self care. It was then where I met a Red Sox fan, leading me to Boston, which was one of the best decisions I could have made. Sure, I’m still quite superstitious, but today I see it as being spiritual. Had I not gone to Mississippi for a month and met the Red Sox fan I may never have continued my path to recovery and found myself in Massachusetts. No matter who wins the World Series this year, I know one thing for sure- I can finally stop running.
Today I am learning to be comfortable with myself, no matter where I am or who I am with. I can enjoy the journey, stop worrying about tomorrow and live in the moment.
Today, I am grateful for the Giants, my journey and giving up my addiction of the geographical cure.