Someone once told me, “If you are 30 and you hate your life, marry rich.” To that, I added, “Well, if you are 27 and do not like the direction your life is going, move.” Both of those are stupid.
I came up with this gem:
If you are blank years old and you are blankity blank, follow your heart.
That is essentially what has been going through my head for the past few months. I have been trying to decide whether to stay or go.
I am following my heart to San Francisco.
I know it gets cold in San Francisco. I also know it gets colder at night in San Francisco. As if I need a reason to go shopping for cute sweaters and boots. PLEASE.