Last days of April, the end of the beginning. That period of the year when you finished school and everyone is so pumped to start their summer adventures. A lot happened lately and things changed substantially in the past 8 months, such as my haircut haha.
At Minerva, we have ritual the morning after finishing classes. It consists of going on a walk from the Presidio to cross the Golden Gate Bridge to throw the sand we collected in foundation week from ocean beach.
It was a foggy and humid day in the bay area yet I really enjoyed the walk from the Warming Hut to the bridge. It was such a reflective walk with a good company and mesmerizing scenery. Just like the bird flies oceans to go back to its nest, I decided to fly back home this summer. I will leave San Francisco after 8 months of ups and downs and it will all become flashbacks of faces and places. Places where I biked at 2 AM in the morning after having a crazy night out or where I went to admire nature peacefully to distance myself from the city life. Faces of people whos genuine wrinkles appear when they laugh at their silly jokes or their cute dogs rolling on the grass. I remember the smell of weed people were smoking next to me in Dolores Park and the nice lady who offered me a shot of vodka to help me work on my assignment. I remember the view of naked people sunbathing from the top of Dolores Park and the cool breeze of San Francisco kissing my face and clearing my head. Most importantly, I remember you. I remember the taste of popcorn on your lips while we were watching Netflix and how your hazelnut glazed eyes close a bit when you smile. I still remember watching dogs play in Dolores while laying next to you listening to Somebody To Love by Queen. I remember walking down the street holding your hand and your cute glittery nail polish. I remember meeting you late in Dolores and making out under the tree next to the playground. I remember the endless peck kisses we exchanged and the space between us while we kiss like a space between two magnets trying to connect at opposite poles.
I initially had other plans to do this summer, but I ended up booking my flight back to Tunisia two weeks before the end of the semester. I originally wanted to travel around but I postponed that to come back spend Ramadhan with the family.
For the last weeks in San Francisco, I decided to discover the artistic part of the city and the other parts I did not visit. First, I went to the ballet and it was just fascinating and mesmerizing. Then I went to the symphony that was hypnotizing with all means of the world and lastly a musical play called Vanity Fair. Ultimately, I highly encourage you to go to the symphony and the ballet if you are visiting the city.
The week after finishing classes, I went to Baker beach with friends to enjoy the Californian sun and sandy beach while listening to music and playing Frisbee with friends. The weather was so good and the sun was burning that I got a tan, on the other hand, the water was extremely cold. It was such an awesome evening spent on the beach jumping into cold water and playing with football with friends. It was a soothing and relaxing time we needed after finishing classes.
Later that week and after submitting my final project, we went to Angels Island. The place was extremely beautiful and exotic. I enjoyed going there in the fairy and seeing the gulls flying next to us. We explored a small part of the island and then we ended up on the beach. It was soothing spending the evening there watching the waves crashing against the sand and the bay in the background. I really wish that I went there before and I want to go camping on the island as soon as I go back to San Francisco.
In the last year, a lot has changed in my life and I learned many valuable lessons. I learned to listen to my heart if it needs healing, listen to my mind if it needs quietness and listen to my inner voice before making decisions. I learned more about the healing process and how to step back to take some time off for myself whenever I needed to rest in order to recover. I learned that we need to wait for the right time to make the right move and that sometimes we are not given what we want because we are not quite ready for it yet. Instead, we are given the gift of time to heal, to grow and to resolve the past. At the end of the day, actions are the antidote to despair to achieve our goals that dance at the edge of our imagination and bloom from discarded seeds where our mind is fertile.
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