San Fran...

I'm looking forward to seeing this image in person. Maybe not this exact scene, but something like it. And I like a good skyline and dusk scene as much as the next hetero guy, but this is not why I'll be moving to San Francisco by fall. 

I guess it's been too long since I've been excited by anything that has sustained itself for an extended period of time. Don't get me wrong, I love so many aspects of my life right now that the thought of leaving it makes me sick to my stomach. 

Things have seemed to reach a standstill in the Quad-Cities. Stagnant is maybe a better word. I have amazing friends and I always seem to find a way to keep myself interested, but there must be more. Too often I find myself doing the same things, falling into the same ruts. I crave a challenge. I crave adventure. 

So, by my 28th birthday, I will be living in San Francisco with my friend Les. I'll be selling my car and relying on my skates, a bike and public transportation to navigate the 13th most populous city in the country. Thirteen is my lucky number after all.

For the first few months, I might have to survive on money from the sale of my car, but two weeks without a job will drive me insane. I know I'll find something, but newspapers are out. Sadly, the old gray ladies are dying. Online reading — like you're doing now — is, sadly, where it is at. Oh well, I always have unsold copies of A Constant Suicide I can hock on the streets. 

For my creative writing, I couldn't ask for anything better. Taking myself out of my comforts of home, really seeing a city instead of what's in front of my windshield, should do wonders for my creativity. That, and the writing scene is AMAZING! I could very easily be applying to the three schools there with a Creative Writing MFA for fall 2010. Consider that done. 

A writer and a graphic designer from Iowa (which allows gay marriage) move to San Francisco. They both rollerblade. Sure, that doesn't sound gay at all.