Fleeting

I’ve been climbing, and it feels great to move and use these muscles again. I hadn’t realized I’d been in San Diego for six months; I kept telling people it felt like only 3-4 months. Perhaps that’s because it took me three months to really settle in, and the next three were filled with medical, dental, and physical challenges that are all part of life—things I had previously ignored. My time here is drawing to a close, and I’m grateful for the experiences. I’ll always take immense pride in calling this place home, where I grew up. There’s no rush to leave, although I have a reasonable departure date in mind.

I came here to rest and repair my shoulder, which, although not fully healed, has improved significantly, allowing me to climb again with a measure of confidence. Climbing has dominated the last five years of my life, but it won’t remain the focal point. When I leave San Diego, I plan to focus on new passions, interests, and projects that I have in mind. This shift will likely benefit my body in the long run.

I want to ensure that when I leave San Diego, I do so in good spirits and health, feeling content with my time here. I don’t want to leave with regrets or the sense that I’ve left something unfinished.