I head back to Austin in a few days and I’m really torn as to how I feel about it. I love California and I want to see more and more, but I miss family, friends and the city too.

Last night, after some Saturday training, I drove up to San Francisco to meet some friends that were already there. It was about a 45-minute drive, just me, the stars, my iPod and the road– just the way I like it.

Once I was in the city, I definitely got lost for about a half hour (or more). It was funny thinking I knew what I was doing but somehow ending up in south San Francisco when I needed to be downtown. Big cities will knock you on your ass like that. Suffice to say I finally got to where I needed to be; we piled seven people in the rental car and drove up to the hills past the Golden Gate bridge to see the bridge and the city at night. It was one of the best times ever and probably the best view of the city. I felt so huge and so small at the same time: standing on the edge of the continent, I had the bustling city to my left, the expansive Pacific Ocean to my right, massive California mountains to my back and an infinite sky and tons of stars overlooking it all…pretty amazing.

I think I’ve decided I could really move here. For what I’m doing in my life, it could work (or at least I could make it work). Maybe not today, but sometime for sure. A few months? A year? Two years? When? That’s the question I don’t have the answer to. If there’s anything I’ve learned on this trip, it has been to keep my options way open and to not let any goals or things that I’m working towards dominate my life. Sure they’re important and take some sort of priority, but it’s not the end of the world if things don’t pan out the way you see them in the movie of your life. Life is dynamic and ever-changing; you need to be that way too.