i am home...much to my dismay

and so it is...i have returned to the place that i currently, but not hopefully forever, call home.

i finally had my adventure, and it left me hungry...no..STARVING...for more. i got to go off by my own in a big scary city. i had an adventure. i bought an overpriced pair of earrings at an over sized and over hyped store. i walked the streets of downtown san francisco by my lonesome while my uncle was in a meeting. and it was one of the best times of my life.

yesterday:
i woke up and took a bath in the tub downstaires. i have always wanted one of those old classic bathtubs with the claw feet. and i finally got to take a bath in on. twice.
that's one more thing i get to check off of my list...and not the only one on this trip

my uncle and i made our way on foot through the winding hills, around about 20 corners, crossed about 10 crosswalks, and finally landed ourselves at the BART. the bay area rapid transit system is amazing, let me tell you. you can get just about anywhere in san francisco by foot, on the bart, or by bus. the bart took us all the way to my stop downtown at powell street, and my uncle continued to the next stop to make his meeting. i arose to the street, and walked past all of the tourists waiting in line to ride the trolley. they were chattering, taking pictures of each other in front of the trolleys, and being just downright touristy. im sorry, but that is my big fear in traveling. how can you expect to have a great experience when you are putting yourself out of place on purpose? my idea of travel is exploring other places like anyone who lives there! the only way you can really do that is by exploring on foot...just like anyone else who lives in this city. where was i? oh yes....i arose to the street, walked past all of the tourists waiting for the trolleys, past the wonderfully colorful character playing a harmonica attached to a portable amp, and up the street. to be honest, i had no idea where i was going. under the advise of my roommate, i wanted to go to the 3 story urban outfitters in san fran. also, i was determined to find h&m, which we dont have in texas. i had no idea where to start. i started walking up the street and heard two girls walk by me all of a sudden. the short blond said the taller, longer haired brunette "i want to check out urban outfitters first." there was my cue. not stalker-like at all, i waited a few seconds and then pretended to get a text message and promptly turned like there was somethere very urgant that i needed to do in the other direction (the same one that the girls had walked in). i followed at a safe distance, and they led me right to it!! a couple of shirts and an overpriced pair of earrings later, i was off to h&m, which i had seen just past urban.

this may not seem like such a big deal to any of you, but it was a new life experience for me. i have always longed to be independent. i hail it as one of my attributes. the fact that i can take care of myself, even at such a young age, is something that i am very proud of. this was the first step in path that i have set for myself. i survived for 3 hours in a big, crowded, and sometimes overwhelming city by myself. i didnt have to call my uncle for directions. i got lost and found my own way. found myself something to eat and sat and read. by myself. it was one of the best times of my life.
i need more!!!!!!!!!


though i missed people, and my precious cat, i did not miss texas.
i am so ready to continue where i left off. the only problem is that my determination to be the first person in my family to get a degree is slightly greater than my determination to have my grand adventure. so...i shall be restless and stuck in denton, texas for a little while longer while i work on that often hard to see future of mine.