i always am when making big decisions. in about half a year, my job commitment here in hong kong will be over. when that time comes, i've decided i'm moving to san francisco.
it's scary. yet another start. i don't know how many i've had. i'm tired - of moving, of starting over, of being nervous. it's scary because i've ran out of the thoughtless bravado of my younger days that made me plunge head-on to "adventures" like this, and fantasies that i'd hoped such move would make real. it's scary because i can still remember how rough it was the first time i moved to the bay area, at the height of the dot-com bust, and i can't imagine the current economic situation to be any better than it was at that time. it's scary because i feel too old to be starting again, even though i've wrestled with this terror when i left berlin two years ago. it's scary because i don't think i can do another move if this doesn't work out.