Good Bye San Francisco...

My days are now filled with Diaper Cakes and potty breaks (And no, they are not mine).
Even if I was a Middle Sister of another mister I still wouldn't recognize myself. The days of strolling through art museums by day and wine bars and who knows what else in San Francisco by night are absolutely gone. I miss Polk street where I use to live and Union Street where I worked and all the bars, restaurants and taxis at your fingertips. I miss not having to worry about DUI's and everyone having a great time. Most of all I miss having Napa and Sonoma as my neighbors. Its been two years since I moved and I visit often but its still not the same as living there. Now being a "visitor" of San Francisco it feels like an itch I just can't quite scratch all the way. Not quite satisfying but enough for the moment.

But I am the one who decided to move back home. I decided I wanted to be with my family again. The city was getting to me. I was done having only myself to be concerned with and plus the boys suck there. I was tired and done with the party that never ends. I wanted to be Aunty T-T. I wanted an active role in my nephew's life. I missed out on most of Big Sis's wedding preparation and fun and that is one of the greatest things about having sisters, experiencing those special moments that we talk about forever- weddings and births and I missed most of it.
But I must say be careful what you wish for because I got everything I wished for and more. I did get to witness the birth of my 2nd nephew since I've moved back which was amazing BUT I now also make Diaper Cakes, have Barney and Friends on my Tivo, and I attend more baby showers and Elmo parties than I do Happy Hour. I dream of Diaper Genies where I once dreamed of Gucci and Prada.
Middle Sister and the City no more.
There are moments where I do miss being where my artsy stylish ways were appreciated. Not so much around here. Sandals and machine washable clothes are now the norm.

I left San Francisco while I still loved it. That is the only way to go. I left before it jaded me and took away all the spark I still had left for life, love and happiness because city life can do that to you if you stay too long. If I had the opportunity to move back I still might. My heart is still there as much as it is here now. The adjustment from City life to Suburban life was very hard but now looking back I have never felt more fulfilled than I do now and the ironic thing is I have less than I did before and as far as life goes and what to do next I am more in the "middle" than ever. But a good friend of mine said its much better to be in the "middle" in SoCal where the sun always shine and the beaches are around the corner than freezing cold San Francisco. Kudos to that. I love you San Francisco but I think I will stay here for awhile.