OoMy heart center, my muse. How is it that we have only been apart for a few weeks, and it feels like an eternity. You will forever always be in my mind, body and soul.
What I have learned from you! And perhaps I taught you a thing or two as well along the way. You reminded me of the importance of play and cacophonous delight. You brought me into the fabric of a history so rich, money was never an object (except for maybe housing rent). You surrounded me with security, empowered me with confidence, and kept me protected from harm. Your serendipitous bubble gave me the freedom to explore no uncharted territory, from your many beaches, to the Red Woods safe in the South Bay Santa Cruz Mountains, from the Castro, to the East Bay Richmond, to the Inner Richmond in San Francisco (twice!), to the nostalgic and historic grounds of the luscious Presideo, I was all over you. And you were there for it. You met me with 100% and fanned my flame. You told me “bring it on” and to “turn it up.”
My main lover. My muse. How could I leave you this way? It’s been a long road, and while half my heart may be in San Francisco forever, I had to haul ass back to the mid west on a different mission. I confess, I miss you more than expected. You will forever be my favorite lover. My soulmate. My friend. Despite the time it takes to meet again.
You were so kind to me, despite the hardships. My angels watched over me and saved me from total destruction. You inspired me in so many ways. Every event. Every art walk and concert. Every. Single. Fruit stand. Was absolutely. Next level. Mind blowing. You took it to the next level on the reg. Popping off was your MO. You set the tone for the rest of the country to follow suit 5-10 years behind your classy ass. How did I get so lucky to dedicate ten years of my life to basking in your beauty, soaking up your beached and sun rays… sleeping in on all the rainy dayz. The natural air conditioning at 55 degrees and balmy every damn day, and even your mist is to be missed.
Oh how I do miss your magic. Showing up to sold out shows and being ushered in because I looked important and was likely on the guest list or performing. “Here, you need a backstage wrist band”. Invited to after parties on rooftops I thought existed only in dreams. That bronze gate, your golden park, outside the lands with its bison and lakes stowed away, full of discovery and charm and museums outta this world. Ripe with mitochondrial historical networks embedded in the eco chamber that is also the loveable Haight Ashbery. The mission was always clear: to say yes to the sunset. Crossing a bridge meant I love you at $12 a pop and an hour of my time, it was worth it to laugh over a bottle of local alcohol free moonshine. Honey mommas united and free at lakes of merit superfluously. The stars ploughed right through my heart every night was a Friday of merit on the lake… and every morning a Monday, but still, the exhaustion was with the thrill. Still I can feel you around me, my aura now, like a field of ghosts of lovers past in my psyche, bound in love.
Until we meet again old friend, I will have you in my heart and mind forever in time. Yes, while I may court Kansas City for a few years, flirting with New York or LA, like long lost star crossed lovers who never given a chance. Timing is everything. I will always cherish the ten years we had and keep those memories/lessons sacred, holy, and dear.
I’m only a phone call or a train ride away. Don’t be a stranger, California! Call me. Come visit Kansas. You’re welcome – Anytime –
Truly tours,
Miss California Vine
