December 8, 2000
I'm leaving...
So this is my last day on the job.
Two months into this job, I wanted out. Why I wanted out, I am not sure. But now I look back on that time and realize that I was channeling all of my anger and frustration on my job, when that wasn't necessary. I was searching for a scapegoat and found my job as an easy target.
I look back on the six months I have been in San Francisco, and I realize I have done so much. I went to my first ever whig party. I saw Steven Holl give a presentation. I went to LA I won a chair. I went to Yosemite, which must be one of the most beautiful places in the world. I went north on Rte. One, I went south on Rte. One. I became closer to people that I believe are more honest and open people than I have met before. I have traveled to many different places and met many different people.
Tony Bennett sang, "I left My Heart in San Francisco." I doubt I have. I have nothing against the city by the bay. I will be leaving on good terms with this city. I may never come back, but I know I will have a friend here.
So goodbye San Francisco.
Goodbye Cable Cars.
Goodbye Golden Gate.
Goodbye Bay Bridge.
Goodbye Silicon Valley.
Goodbye Tenderloin.
Goodbye high rents, homeless, and disfranchised.
Goodbye California.
This will close a chapter in my life. Goodbye.