Moving with Instinct: A life of my own Success

Ten years ago, when I was twenty-three, I hugged my father in the parking lot of the Albertson's grocery store as I told him I was leaving to San Francisco. If I recall correctly, I cried in his arms for a about a minute or two but it seemed like twenty. Subconsciously, I new I was breaking free of something, but could have never predicted the process of breaking. I had my car full with all my belongings as my older brother accompanied me to my favorite chilly city in the Bay; San Francisco. Personally, I felt I needed to leave Southern California and its pretenscious anorexic life style and head to a place more authentic and genuine. Obviously, I was in search of so much- myself. It was ju