San Francisco is not Hawaii on vacation. I have to sit on angry, crowded buses nearly two hours every day. There are far less pineapples and mangos to eat, and there are no cute little fishies swimming around me all the time. Tom is not by my side every minute of the day and I don’t get to wake up when I feel like it and start my day with a relaxing cup of coffee. All of these things and more make me very, very mad. But I have to grin and bare it. I need to make money and I need to find time to paint. So it’s time to turn the frown upside down and get on with life. Time to turn what feels like a chose into an adventure, right? right. grumble.
Getting over my post honeymoon bitterness
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